For years I have been an early, early riser. I guess that was left over from my years in the Air Force and being a workaholic. If I couldn't watch the sun come up, something was wrong. Maybe I have finally retired from working, except for FMCA.
This past Thursday I took Denise, my daughter, and Megan, my granddaughter, to the final football game of the season for Harding Academy, where the grandkids go to school. We traveled to a place called Barton, Ark. It is down south in farm country. This school in the past has been the most winning team in the United States. In recent years, though, they have lost a few games. This year they were undefeated and Harding Academy was undefeated. The Harding Wildcats (of which my grandson, Dalton, is one) beat them by a score of 24-20 in the last half. Quite a game. State playoffs starts next week. I'll let you know what happens.
Last year the Harding Wildcats won state in their division in football, basketball and baseball. We are so proud of them and hope we have another year of championships.
Gloria continues to feel better. Her sight is slow to come back, but the doctor seems to think that is normal. We have another appointment this week to see him.
I almost forgot to thank all of the veterans of this great country for your service. No matter what war you fought in, you are appreciated for the sacrifice you made so that we can travel the USA and enjoy our freedom. For those who served in Viet Nam, Welcome Home, Brother.