Apology

I just saw this on the web and liked it so much I thought I would share it with everyone:

An apology is a friendship preserver,
is often a debt of honour,
is never a sign of weakness,
is an antidote for hatred,
costs nothing but one’s pride,
always saves more than it costs
and is a device needed in every home.

Baseball Season

Well my dad told me that the pitchers and catchers were reporting to training camp already so I guess the season is about to start. I haven't followed baseball in many years except to look at the standings and stats in general. But every year I tell my self that "this year" I would pay more attention to it. I'm not even sure I know what team I would follow anymore. Since the Yankees are doing spring training in Tampa (where I was born and raised) I might lean that way. . . but I'm sooooo confused.

Poem "House By The Side Of The Road"

The House by the Side of the Road
Sam Walter Foss
(Born June 19, 1858; died February 26, 1911)

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But sill I rejoice when the travelors rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road-
It's here the race of men go by.
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are
strong,
Wise, foolish -- so am I;
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynics's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Valentines Day

Yesterday was Valentines day and was also our 36th Anniversary. Geeeesh it can't be that long can it? Oh well. We went out to dinner last evening with my son and his fiance and her parents and had a grand time. We ate a Romano's Family Restauant here in Clifton Park NY. The food is great and the atmosphere is fabulous.

This past weekend we watched the Womens Hockey team win two games in the Olympics. They look just super. I just can't find any weekpoint for them except that maybe their goalie doesn't get tested because their offence is so strong. I can't wait to see their next game (providing it isn't on when I am at work).