How about another blast from the past of Merle Wayne Sneed? Too bad, we're doing it anyway. This is a picture of my maternal grandfather and one of his three wives, taken in the late 1920s, I think. He outlived them all. The woman in the picture is wife number one, my mother's mother and my true grandmother. My grandfather fathered at least 16 children. My mother's mother died in about 1929 and I'm given to understand that she gave birth to the first 15 kids, six of whom died in infancy or were stillborn. Child number 16 is alleged to have been born after wife three died and was illegitimate, as they called it in those days. It is all very murky, since the eyewitnesses are all dead, too. My grandfather died at age 68 in 1949. Speaking of SOBs, we played golf this morning. It was in the 70s and clear. You couldn't ask for better weather. Where the SOB part comes in, is that when we went to our cars in the lot, someone had put a note under Some Guy Named Bob's windshield wiper that read, "The next time you block my door your car will not be so lucky. You dumb bastard." Poor Some Guy Named Bob was visibly upset over the note. What sort of imbecile leaves a note that says, "The next time you block my door..." Does the genius think that Some Guy Named Bob sought him out and parked too close, or that he will find him and do it again? There is nothing worse than a coward who leaves an anonymous and meaningless threat. It probably made him feel real good though. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky