This morning, I was gassing up the truck at Cumby’s and the pump didn’t stop.Fortunately (I’m being mature here which is not how I felt at the time), another customer noticed and said something.  Whoa.  Whoa.  Whoa.  We do not live in articulate times.The day improved greatly after that.  Kitty visited twice.  Ron and I had … Continue reading Whoso Stoppeth the Pump