The count down begins, 30 +- days until Texas. If i hold my wet finger in the air and pretend it’s a wind directional finder. Then extrapolate that in my imagination, and call it a gage of unit member participation in the reunion. I come up with an unpredictable attendance count in mid August. In other words, is there anyone out there that dose not have a prearrange hysterectomy, and or a frontal lobotomy that precludes them from attending the reunion. I consider myself great company, but give it a rest. Even I grow wiry of listing to my own stories of other people’s greatness. I will be dammed if I’m going to travel half way around the word to a foreign country like Texas, and sit around keeping myself company over a long weekend.