When you read this, no doubt, the fall season will be arriving and so far here in Hillsborough the weather is delightful. Sure I love football and winters here in North Carolina are generally a piece of cake. It is just that Spring is so fresh and full of new starts. It has been a rough week and I have been working long hours for a couple of days trying to combine half a dozen different files on my computer and hoping to turn the combination into a strawberry pie or maybe it is a telephone directory I am seeking. My brain is mush right now and I am down on myself for waiting ’til past deadline to write this little item. I promise to start right in on this newsletter early Monday morning and I’m sure I will start out standing on my office chair and singing four choruses of “Everything’s coming up roses.”
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