Home Grown Pickles

If you are an old phart or an old beautiful and you don't read the comic strip, "Pickles," you should start. Sometimes it is me, sometimes it is him, and sometimes I can't relate at all . . . . but it is fun to check it out.

The other morning, reading the paper and drinking coffee, with our wonderful daughter having spent the night, we had our own home grown pickles moment. I said, "Was that the hawk whistling?"

We often hear them flying overhead and it is always a thrill. Our wonderful daughter said, "No, I think it was Dad's nose."