Here we see the tomcat perched at his favorite downstairs saloon window. The window is level with the driveway and feral cats walk up and down the driveway now and again. The house tom is neutered but he still wants to be outside. My son is rubbing the back of his head.



This is the set-up for ponies and sports at the downstairs saloon for 1/8 Pole. The two green & white stuffed thingies between the TV screens represent fans of the New York Jets - the fat one underneath is Rex Ryan and the little one on his shoulders strangling the fat one represents Jet fans.



The 1/8 Pole is a tough guy as an Army infantry vet but just like his mother and father he's a scootchie pussy plum plop with the cats.

John is looking good... looks like he dropped some weight too.

That's the same corner you were in Tim some years back:



Things change as the years go by but love and memories and good thoughts can stay with you.

Weight?

I was a semi-soft almost 190 as a high school athlete when I went in the Marines at 17 and got out of Parris Island at 155 pounds for infantry cannon fodder at 18. I could run all day and night and carry Queen Elizabeth and a thousand rounds for a machine gun while on a gallop.

Now as an old fart I'm trying to stay near 182 but everything falls apart beyond the age of 50 and I'll be 64 next month.

Just last month I got checked out by a urologist and he kept calling me "Ma'am".

Droped bout 15 lbs thus far

I dropped some dough on the horses today - that'll keep you light.

That was from when Oldguy and I visited for 2 days of Belmont action. We met the board and you at the track, crashed at your place, had a grand Friendly's breakfast the next morning, then headed back to Belmont.

Fun times.