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Well here it is, January 1988. We have a beautiful
day today. It's 80 degrees outside. Bright sunshine, warm and nice, with a light breeze.
Simply beautiful. Mom's sitting in the porch enjoying it all. I'm getting ready for lunch.
I feel good. I have a big job on my hands taking care of this woman I live with. Ha ha. The faces she is making. She doesn't want to speak. But she can sure make faces. She is a real character on that basis.
Anyway, that is the story of my life. Thank the Lord we're doing pretty well. We are meeting all our obligations and all our bills. We are eating fairly well, as well as we want to. We don't deny ourselves anything.
is a quiet life. I devote more time around the house, taking things easy and keeping
things going. I just planted 30 new azalea bushes in front of the house. I hope they will
come up nicely. Our lawn man brought 20 bags of cypress mulch and spread it around the
planters, in front and in back of the house. My kalanchois are coming in fine at this
time, both the ones in front of our picture window and at the rear patio. The lawn needs
some new life but we will wait for the spring.
My wife gave me the sign to cut, like they do on TV. I'm going to stop now for lunch and mail this tape to you. I hope you understand it.
Thank you for everything, Nick.
Thank you for your time and the work that you put into this and I hope that it will become a big TV serial someday.
So I'll say so long, Nick.
God bless David, Betty, and you.
I'm happy to have you as a son, always.
I'll never forget you.