In 1982, I had a small grocery store in Murphys. Next to me was a character everyone called Jack The Barber. Some days, he’d come in before opening time and put a sign on his door. Gone Fishing. Above is my gone fishing sign.
I have to leave early for a long drive to meet with my youngest daughter, then drive to visit my sister who is having her radiation treatments for brain cancer. Long day, too busy to blog this morning.