There remains the need for a 5 gallons worth of caulk to plug up missing content on this ol' site of mine. I toyed with the idea of going '90s and sprinkling under construction GIFs all over the place. I really thought those animated gifs were going to stay a thing of the past. Maybe I'd throw a NETSCAPE NOW into the mix. But NOT the dancing baby. Never the dancing baby.

Yes, I'm keeping this site. Whoa, big decision, me! I've only had this domain since April 6, 2017, 12:46:04 AM way out in Chester County, Tennessee. Way back when I was still middle-aged me at 38! I know, I know, there are folks who think 45 is in that middle-aged range that extends into the 50s. But look at the math:

• 73.5 years is the U.S. life expectancy for men.
• The middle = 36.75 years
• The twenties just CAN'T be middle-aged, so let's use that as a boundary.
• 30 <——> 36.75 <——> 43.5

You are 45 going on 46
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware
Be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink

I injected a bit of new meaning into that melody!

Clearly, these days I can be found at the Cracker Barrel or up for some old dialog over some bad coffee at the McDonald's.

Hey, that brings back a flashback to the McDonald's off of Hwy 64, in 1995-96, when we'd meet together on Fridays for a Bible study with Sherrill before our high school days would kick off...

...which leads to another flashback, this time in spring 2002, meeting with Jack from FedEx for a Bible study at the Ugly Mug at Highland/Poplar on one of those days that mushed together as they do for the hapless, post college graduate. There were a few like me and then the younger Rhodes students. It was better coffee and we took turns bringing Gibson's Donuts.

Yeah, I'm TOTALLY geriatric with my old man stories!

And yet, as it has been sung, "I still got neon in my veins...I ain't ready for the junkyard yet 'cause I still feel like a new Corvette."

In other vibrancy news, I'm now a full week into my carnivore hunt. On to the next.