Saturday, July 18, 2009

The Holy Grail


The first thing I did this morning after leaving the house was to drive the 25 miles to Turlock and pick up the primers Stan had put back for me.
When he reached into his desk and pulled them out, I damned near wept. It was better than Christmas.
They cost me 60 some-odd bucks and change after taxes, but I would've given him $100 at this point.
God Bless you, Stan.