Hi.

Not feeling so well these days. But I can still say one little itsy thing. I used to call my sister Buckwheat. As in Hi, Buckwheat. Or, What was that, Buckwheat? Or, Hey, Buckwheat, come over here. This went on for years until she got sick of it and I had to stop, when we were at the advanced ages of thirty-something. Must have been a carry-over from her Cream of Wheat childhood. Being big fans of The Little Rascals might have contributed.

The "B" coming up . . .

KEM