I had lunch with Crissinda at Omega's up in Columbia today. She was all decked out in her parole officer uniform, packing a handgun on her hip, and she looked great.

We got all caught up over some good food, then I went and met with my neurologist. I've been saying I have Parkinsons for some time now, but she's not sure about that. She did some tests, watched me walk, and thinks at this point it's something called Essential Tremor. Then she bumped my dosage up for the drug I've been taking to manage it.

Then my daughter Becky texted me. I have been out of touch with her for forty years. She sounded great, upbeat, and said she would love to see me. We will text more this evening. To any of my grand-children that helped make this happen, thank you, and stay tuned.