Regretfully, Judy and I will be shivering together in the family cottage this weekend, watching the rain come down in between shaking out all the bedding to see what had nested there during the long, hard winter. Hopefully the Franklin stove will be operational. One year flying squirrels built a nest in the chimney and we smoked ourselves out. What joy!

We will raise a glass or two in your honor Saturday evening.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble