Thanks, Tootler.

On Friday, my wife Ruth said that she'd mow the lawn if I could show her how to start the lawnmower. When we got out to the shed, I realized that there was no way she was going to start it, so I started it for her. She was very uneasy about using it, so I took it around the side of the house to the front yard and took three or four swipes around the perimeter of the lawn before I handed it over to her. It's a variable speed mower, and the harder you squeeze on the bar that operates the accelerator, the faster you go. Despite explaining all of this to her, when she took the reigns, she went off like a shot! after a couple of times around, I felt like I was in an old Western, watching a woman in a horse and buggy, when the horse is spooked. I expected to see her running down the street behind the lawnmower yellig "Help!!!!!!! I can't make it stop!!!!!!!!!!' So, I graciously rescued her and did the lawn myself. Apparently it didn't hurt me too much because I'm moving around fine, now.

Hey, Guest:

Don't have a kitchen table? You're welcome at mine.

Jerry