DEFINING FOREVER

When I got up Sunday morning and trudged into the kitchen, I found a small note tacked to the refrigerator door. It said, in Chip's handwriting, "No thing lasts forever."

I marveled that so small a magnet could hold up such a weighty thought.

There are entire books written about waiting. And now an entire blog...

UPDATE:
--Sold the Windvane (self-steering). Thanks, Jim!
--Got hotel reservations for the boat show.