I opened up the kitchen door this morning, walked out on to the deck and popped the latch on the gate so my German Shepherd "Shadow" could take a quick run. She took off like a rocket around the corner of the house. The next thing I knew the mail man was hollering for HELP... Thankfully, I got there before he got chewed up. He was holding a package in his hands, like a shield between himself and my Shepherd. I saw it had my name on it and that it was from Tom so I apologized real quick and took my mail.

I thought maybe it was a video tape or something, because of the shape of the box. I sure didn't expect to see what I did when I opened it. Guys and Gals, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. With the 21st coming up on Monday, I couldn't have received anything more meaningful. It's on, and it will remain there until they shovel the dirt on my coffin. Thank you for the "thank you" and for thinking of Marty and Gator 297. The whole group of ya are the best folks I know.

- Mark