Try as hard as she could your Mom couldn’t cure the Brown. The old Helmet disease got him and wouldn’t let go. Boy, that thing is tough. Oh well, he will get over it. Nice day here; about 85 degrees. Phil is over gramma’s. Nothing exciting going on. About 6:00, I think I’ll have a beer, with your dorm-mates. I’m pretty tired today. I love you; your the best!