I had a plan of writing every Sunday evening, but things have come up lately. Like two weeks ago. After dinner, John and I were having a discussion, so he decided to go for a walk to think. Apparently quite a few of our neighbors found it suspicious that a Caucasian male about 5 foot, 10 inches tall, slight build, in a blue parka would go out walking alone at night, so much so that they called the police. The village police department dispatched four cars to find my suspiciously behaving Johnny, and one of them picked him up, searched him for weapons, ran his name, and brought him home.
John tells me that he was lucky I wasn't in the front room when they brought him back. With my tendency to say just the wrong thing at the wrong time (and wrong place, like airport security- yes, I'm sure most of you have heard the stories) he probably would have been locked up for years!
