Somedays I am reminded of how we kids back in the 50's just would 'hang out' on summer vacation days. An anticipated event was the milkman coming by. He would give us ice to suck on. A pretty simple time. Just like today when I went and played 18 holes of golf with my life long friend Lee. Shot a 92 at Santa Ana. We had a great time but I can't say we didn't talk about politics and religion. Still we had fun.