I did some walking after school today.  It helps when one can breathe outside.  It felt great to take some steps without worrying about tasting sweat from my upper lip.

We have a great place to walk at North.  I have my own lap.  I wish I would make it around my circuit more often.

Happy Birthday, Virg!

I had speaks today with an old friend.  It was good to hear his voice.  Virgil Ragland turned 51 today.  I got there in March.  Virgil was in the first class I attended at North Harrison in the 6th grade.  He camped out at first base when we played kickball and that was tough on me.  That was my territory in Brownstown, first base.  Virg didn’t give an inch and I respected him for it.

How many rainbows I threw to Virgil out on the football field.  I could throw it more 60 yards and he loved to catch it.  He did not, however, have my arm.  One reason I stayed in as good a shape as I did back them was the running up I did to haul in Virg’s toss.  Didn’t care.  That is just the way it was.  I had the option not to throw it so far.  I wanted to sling it as far as I could for as long I could and Virg liked to haul in those heaves .  40 yards is a nice toss for me these days.  The field seems a little bigger these days.  Whether I am throwing the ball or kicking it, I just can’t cover the territory like I once did.  Oh well.  I am still very thankful.

Virg and I coached some football together in another life.  That was fun.  He, like me, still appreciates the gridiron endeavors.  Today he told me a story about playing a touch game recently with his church youth group.  In fact, as Virg reports, the rutabaga has helped to increase attendance on Wednesday nights.  Amen to that!

Thank you, Virg.  You have been a good friend and you are doing great work.

Old number 88 still has it!

Speaking the rights…

Danny Johnson