I sit and worry for about 16 hours a day. I have to worry about the market, the weather, my computers,
my income taxes, the poor defenseless little Tennessee turtles, and the list goes on and on.
Now you bring up something else for me to contemplate.

It is not surprising that the Noble Prize DID NOT end up in your hands.
I still think I should have gotten it. The fix was in. You jinxed us. Now here we go again.

I can only hope that 100 gravel truck come down you road tonight and they all use their Jake-breaks.