Bye-Bye Tony--Good Job

It is Saturday and a blistering +9 degrees F. at 7:19 a.m. Junior is still in the Fort, and Patrick Brownspot is curled up on his afghan at my feet, his doggie ass pointed at the space heater. 37 DEGREES IN CLEARWATER--They be havin' their problems, too.

Mo pics of BCS trip....

FROM THE STACK OF EMAIL:

> THE BUZZARD:
> If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely
> open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an
> absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight
> from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is
> its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner
> for life in a small jail with no top.
> ,,
> THE BAT:
> The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble
> creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed
> on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly
> and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from
> which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like
> a flash.
> ..
> THE BUMBLEBEE:
> A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it
> dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the
> top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near
> the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely
> destroys itself.
> ..
> PEOPLE:
> In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We
> struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing
> that all we have to do is look up! To God.

More Later.

GO GATORS!