Jim Foster

Back in December (see I told you this column was going to go all over the place) there an article on wine with suggestions…

… trying to explain to his mother where the blonde came from and you know she’s won’t believe a word of it. His old man is no help. He just stands there grinning.

Sometimes we fall asleep and when we wake up we don’t remember if we are just starting or whether it’s time for a shower.

For you ladies, perhaps you are thinking about a little something for the old guy sleeping in the chair across the room wearing a torn undershirt and pajama bottoms with the bum out.

Perhaps you think she drowned in the frigid waters of Lake Couchiching. But no, my friends, she did not, because a merciful God had been looking out for her