And what is a Jesus Hotel you ask?
I am one of his forty nieces and nephews and, shockingly, Uncle Chester remembers my name.
Time to learn Spanish while enjoying a Mallomar.
Keep it simple, keep it fun, keep it so you laugh out loud.
Talk then turned from politics and budgets to fresh tomatoes, squash and peppers.
I still love addressing a card and placing a stamp on it.
I’ll never forget the golds, the yellows, the brilliance of those Trix cereal mountains.
I have one at the top of my basement stairs right now.
Riding high on Heeter Airlines.
Obviously this is my fantasy football, my time with a pigskin, my playbook.