Monthly Archives: June 2024

the meandering river of life.

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It’s literally true that the older we get the more people we lose from our lives. Not from arguments or petty nonsense, but through death. The finally we can’t quite get around.

Recently, I’ve lost people who were friends. One died a few weeks ago and I didn’t even realize they had passed away. They weren’t active on social media and I hadn’t heard from them recently, but that was not unusual. Ironically, I had been texting them here and there to check in, and another friend of mine ran into this person recently in like a Wawa or something. And they were fine, just doing their thing.

And then there was a freak accident, and they were gone.

The second is going to be a much harder loss for me to bear. And I will talk about that when I am ready. Right now I’m not ready. Right now I am in this moment wondering if their subconscious knew something was wrong with them because they had been talking about others who had passed away.

But then there is this whole thing of having a milestone birthday, and in my case, it was recently 60. And then there are the people who you kind of just take for granted are always going to be in your life, and then one day they’re just not. And you don’t mean to take them for granted literally, and in reality you’re probably not, but you just always think they’re going to be there. Until they aren’t.

I remember my great aunts and my grandparents used to read the obituaries every day. That was how they knew who was still around. When you’re a kid that’s almost morbid because of course we’re all immortal and are going to live forever, right?

So now I wonder at 60 do I look through the paid death notices? And there are so few newspapers anymore and the cost of any kind of an obituary is absolutely and utterly ridiculous, so a lot of people don’t even publish death notices. And then, when they pass away, a lot of them, don’t want to be in cemeteries anymore. They want their ashes sprinkled.  so then there’s the conundrum of those were their last wishes, yet you have nowhere to pay your respects, except looking up at the sky and talking to them, perhaps. 

I do quietly mourn the people I’ve lost in my life. None of them ever pretended to be perfect, but they tried to be good people.

And then there are the other people who roam the earth. The ones you wonder how and why they’re still alive. I can think of a few in particular who literally live pickled. They have had so many opportunities and squandered most of them. Often they find themselves at the bottom of bottles or whatever, and it is such a waste. And a few of those people I know have even ended up in jail sometimes more than once for driving on DUI suspended licenses or having DUIs. Amusingly they think nobody has ever noticed these extended absences, or where they’ve been. And there are people like myself who tried to support these people once upon a time, but they don’t want to help themselves and you’re wrong and a bad person if you bring anything up.

Those are the people who are the human albatrosses around your neck who you sadly just have to sometimes let go of. And it doesn’t happen initially. You try to be a supportive friend, and then that turns into enabling. Eventually, a point is reached where we simply can’t watch it anymore.

I have so many friends who have worked so very hard to live sober lives. Life throws them curveballs and they respond with grace.. They don’t make excuses, they take things a day at a time and work their programs. These people are my heroes. They know what hard is and what to have a heart is. And you don’t hear them complaining, they just do what they know they need to do for themselves and the people who love them.

I think after you lose people from your world, through life’s lottery system of people leaving us for whatever reason, you look at the people who are left.

Do the people in your life matter? Are they in your life because they actually care about you and things you care about? If they aren’t in your life doing anything other than taking up space, it’s OK to jettison them. Life and relationships evolve over time.

Any kind of relationship is never going to be perfect. That only happens in Hallmark movies and even then they show you life that as a cautionary tale once in a while.

A friend of mine that’s no longer with us is someone I used to watch Hallmark Christmas movies with. Not literally together but we would watch them and then talk about them and I know that sounds pretty basic and almost mind numbing coming out of my mouth, but it was something we like doing together because we both loved Christmas as much as anything else.

And you don’t need to be afraid of your circle getting smaller as you age. Sometimes it has to.

And then there are occasions you think you are through your grieving process, but you are not. I will note, there’s never a precise time limit on grief. You may have lost someone even a few years ago, and you randomly see something, or you randomly think or hear something like a song that reminds you of that person and you’re a waterworks again. I try not to wear my grief and sadness like a cloak, because that accomplishes nothing positive, But I allow myself to grieve.

I don’t know sometimes however, as we age, how it’s hard not to be bitter at times when you experience loss. The only thing I think I have to hang onto is that they’re gone from a mortal plane, but they’re not necessarily gone and they live on in our hearts, and our minds and our memories. But damn, you just can’t call them up and say “hey.”

I think the best thing we can do to be true to these people is to be true to ourselves.

It’s OK to shed the tears. It’s OK to be sad. You don’t want to deny these feelings that you are experiencing, but then you have to channel that out of an abyss of sadness. For me often enough, it’s gardening. Gardening just connects you with the earth and it balances you. It’s not just about creating beauty and your space, it’s an extension of you and your emotions and your feelings. It’s an activity to get you out of your head.

Now I could just get myself out of my head enough to take my own advice, and go garden. Really dig in. But it has been so damn hot and I am not 25 anymore.

And as you’re going through this process of loss, you naturally get these feelings about we are all here, and they are all gone. And the way life is, is some people always have their time arrive before others and it’s easier to be objective about all of this when it’s not people that you cared about or even loved on some level.

But the people I have lost in my life I know would NOT want any of us to wallow in grief.

They would want us to live on. They would want us to live on and experience things for them. They would want us to see the joy that does exist in the world although it’s really hard some days and why is it hard? Well, it could be loss or it could just be the craziness that exists in the world around us.

I realize this has been a bit of a ramble of a post this morning. But it was just how I was feeling and I am truly fine and not just saying so. Writing has always been my catharsis. And even when I’m really not ready to write about something sometimes I just have to write about it a little bit.

Thanks for stopping by and stay cool.

tribe of one? the royal we?

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I am feeling bitchy today. Or it’s a suffering fools gladly kind of week. And I am SURE that this person will be pitching a fit but when you insist on using a circa 2005 email list there are more people that you think you get your massive latest email of it’s too long, too busy, and how MANY did you offend with the appalling and utterly crass subject line “Reach the Richest Local Moms.”

It’s not privileged information and it’s another who self- brands as a “public figure.”

And any middle schooler with a tablet can build a website. And this email? Lordy lordy social media stalker much? Are you close personal friends with Madonna too? I just CAN’T with things like:

1) I know the local social media channels and specific people to follow in and around your respective business to interact with to help build awareness–and a sales pipeline for your small business. I know exactly who they are on instagram and what I can do in one day, one week, one month for local audience build out would take you years to figure out. You do not have time for that.2) I have personal relationships with THOUSANDS of regional women across the burbs via my vibrant Instagram channels. I interact and support them daily on Instagram. Know their birthdays, wedding anniversaries, last 3 vacations, nicknames for their dogs and the 3 yoga studios they work out at. Oh…and I know they minored in art history at Penn and that they love the martinis at Nectar. Do you know and study your followers? You don’t have to be on the same level as I do–but you should. And with me by my side, we can authentically get to know and support them together. Your customers/members don’t want to be a number on Instagram. They want you to be their friend–and they expect interaction, presence and support from you.

Well hello barfatunity, right? And audience? OMG I know a fake doctor with a penchant for public figureisms and a yen for bathroom/bedroom cruise photos you should hang with, right?

And “tribe”? Who tribe and is a tribe of one really a tribe?

I am sure there are still plenty of people who do not know any better, but yikeys. And no, not available to host on Christmas Eve. And I guess the boudoir photos with your iPhone didn’t pan out? I know I know they say social media not selfish media but what is social media the way you use it? Elegant? Original? Narcissistic? They’ve never learned the value of least said, soonest mended….and shorter emails. Just when people have forgotten the last oddness, they always pop up with fresh. And the one website has not seen an update since when? 2017? 2018? And media placement means placement not on their own channels, doesn’t it?

Also the FIRST, original and best Main Line Restaurant Week was one that was the brainchild of another publicist and a partnership back then with Main Line Media News.

Cheer up there is always a market for demented ether bunnies, right?

Keeping it real for decades over here. I don’t and won’t pretend to be all things top all people.

“berwyn square” and isn’t it boooteeeful?

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Gosh, I love developers they’re so lovely and community-centric around here, aren’t they? This is what is supposed to be “Berwyn Square.”

What it is, is Berwyn weed patch/ shantytown/ rundown/ shithole. Take your pick. all adjectives, even vulgar apply.

Residents are once again concerned because this affects their surrounding property values while this developer decides whatever it is that is magical that is supposed to happen here. I think this was the same developer that once had Knickerbocker and now Toll Brothers does?

All I know is he likes to tell everyone he’s a local guy and he cares, so if he is a local guy and he cares go deal with your goddamn weeds, right?

Yes, we all know he is waiting to develop his property into a mythical Shangri-La. Hopefully it will look better than the behemoth hanging over the Berwyn Tavern, right?

This is Easttown Township, they should be dealing with this because they would NEVER allow a resident to not maintain a property like this would they?

And hey, this is Berwyn and technically the Main Line, not Manayunk or Roxborough, right ?

I mean they’ve been talking about Berwyn Square for years. At this point it’s time to either you know what or get off the pot. And regardless, the property should not remain a blight in the area and isn’t it interesting it became that whole blighted, icky look it has today as soon as it was kind of announced for development, right?

Enough already. Developer created blight is as bad as ugly developments, if not worse.

https://vista.today/2019/08/two-big-projects-brewing-in-berwyn/

https://vista.today/2022/01/berwyn-square-interest-sold/

now THIS is chester county – a delightful discovery (and an estate sale.)

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We went today to the Sales by Helen sale in Kennett Square on 640 N. Walnut Rd. We got there late – there were things I wanted that were garden related but it was just too hot to move earlier.

I think it was like a horde of locusts descended upon the sale because the place was pretty stripped when we got there, which was fine because I don’t need anything REALLY, but I did want to see the property which was AMAZING!

The house is not a 19th or 18th or even early 20th century Chester County farmhouse. It was built in 1973 and the barn was built in 1998. (Here is listing while it exists.)

I marvel at this crazy beautiful property because it was built in exacting detail to look old and to be utterly Chester County. Not a McMansion of plastic or bad stucco, but a stunningly beautiful place. It looks old, yet it’s perfectly modern and turn key. You could move right in.

I got a basket full of red napkins for Christmas, mostly Ralph Lauren. And a couple of bars of expensive craft soap in their wrappers, a porriger, a wee Santa and an old tiny china doll for the Christmas tree….for $10!

But again, the best part was seeing this spectacular property on conserved land. Just shows what can be built. Imagine if developers trampling Chester County had actual talent and imagination? We might get more of this and fewer McUglies.

if it seems too good to be true, it probably is…scam goop….

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File under things that I don’t normally do but so many people actually DO do: clicked on an Instagram ad and got scammed. Two small amounts – one charge $9.95 and a second charge for $9.85.

I looked at the ad without my glasses on, and I will admit I was tired. But I have been seeing this ad over and over again, and I thought it was legitimate. I never tried Goop products by Gwyneth Paltrow, and I thought essentially what I was looking at was a sample box and I thought well that’s a great way to try the products.

Only when I hit the submit button, after clicking through, I realized that it wasn’t going to the company known as Goop.

As I was frantically looking up the number to call to block the transactions, my bank texted me to let me know that these were suspect charges on my credit card. Next, I replied quickly enough to the first text they sent for the first transaction which I think was $9.85 but I didn’t reply quickly enough to the second text which was $9.95.

By this point, I had my glasses on and I called my credit card company’s fraud department. They acted immediately, but I am without my card probably for a few days. I then spent two hours of my life that I will never get back getting everything done. Part of the problem is you no longer get US customer service for the majority of credit card and bank customer service. And I had very nice people with a VoIP line that wasn’t great and a slight language barrier.

I had to get through a couple of people to get them to understand that I was able to quickly grab a couple of screenshots and I wanted to send it to them so they knew what the fake company was.

Now look, I realize (as my husband also pointed out) that most of the time they don’t really care about any of that because as quickly as these companies are set up and shut down, they are just set up again. But I am a former compliance officer, so I think it’s important to follow through on these things and it’s my money most importantly. Sorry not sorry I am not giving any shekels to scammers if possible. And I found the fake website that while on Instagram was cloaked to look like the Goop website.

And yes, I am going to tell you who the credit card was with. It’s with Wells Fargo. I have had that card forever, since I worked for their predecessor, Wachovia/First Union. They have always had excellent credit card services. And they were great today, but I did have a slight language barrier and the additional issue with their VoIP line not being terrific. I realize the companies are trying to cut costs by having call centers in other countries, but there’s something to be said about being able to converse in a stressful situation with someone who literally speaks your language, and not only your language, but perhaps even your regional dialect.

Now I also sent screenshots and everything to Gwyneth Paltrow‘s company Goop, not that I expect them to respond or give a damn, but I hope they do.

I am not someone who gets taken in by these things, and this one was clever enough and quick enough that it almost got me. So I’m just letting you my readers know about my experience so especially if you see this ad or something similar pop up, you know either to report it or just scroll past.

Have a good evening.

keeping it real

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Keeping it real. There’s keeping it real as in real life but then there’s keeping it real as in what you want people to see on social media.

I don’t live a fake life on social media but a lot of people do. They don’t want you to see you haven’t put your laundry away or you have dishes in the sink. It’s supposed to be like the perfect little Susie Homemaker of it all.

And I think that is something that people put forward that I think is wrong. Which is one reason why a lot of the local “influencers” drive me bananas. They help keep it fake. And I don’t think that’s doing anyone. Any good anywhere.

The thing about these “influencers“ is part of what they’re supposed to do is good. But you know they’re not going to that peony field so you can see what it’s like. It’s so somebody can take a picture of them in an absurd outfit in front of the peony field. And then there are the ones who always seems to order the same kind of food at every restaurant and lots and lots of cocktails and you have to wonder who’s footing the bill? And it’s somebody that no one takes seriously so how much business do the restaurants get? Or the ones who are supposed to chat up the food when invited to a food thing and the only thing you see is them in front of a parochial step and repeat.

And can we talk step and repeats? I mean just because you’re standing in front of one doesn’t make you a Bravolebrity that Andy Cohen’s going to invite to the clubhouse for a chat.

So that’s what a lot of people have as a perspective of reality. But that’s not the real world. It’s an artificial world designed for social media.

And then there are the people, women especially, who want you to think that their world is perfect. And they want to have a social media brand, but if something messes with that brand, it has to go. And that includes even if it’s their children. It blows my mind that these people put their kids and family in a back seat position from their mythical “brand.”

And the people in general who just want you to think they live a flawless life out of a Better Homes & Gardens magazine. If they are a designer and/or a professional stylist, then I believe them. Otherwise I don’t, and I think the reality is the dust bunnies are poised on the edge of a revolution.

So we live in this influencer era. It’s not merely social media, it’s them. The often phony looking folks who aren’t even necessarily attractive that people for some damn dumb reason think they’re supposed to emulate. Influencers are just the evolution of compensated mommy bloggers.

Sorry not sorry about my opinion. This is not the real world. It’s just not.

Then there are the people who are told that they have to feverishly market themselves on Facebook and Instagram. They. Have. To. Appear. Perfect. Always. Life is too short to be so uptight. And rigid. Life is not a giant marketing opportunity.

Followed by the overachievers are the uber competitive and watching them go by on Facebook and Instagram are exhausting. Anything that you can do, they have to be better. Look at me, look at me their selfies scream. I always think the same thing: why?

There are those who are sadly watching life starting to pass them by and they don’t know why. Some of these are very nice people who fell into the trap of over-striving and over-compensating and the ultimate sin: treating friendships like transactional exchanges.

Friendships that are real and true are not transactional. It’s appalling and hurtful I have been on the receiving end of such people. But in the end they are merely sad because they don’t get that true friendship is not about only valuing someone when they have a use.

Today I spent time with a friend that I met literally when we were both girls. We were 11 or 12 and our fathers were classmates in high school. And that’s how we were introduced to each other: our fathers were friends, so naturally we would be too. And we were starting to be friends and then life intervened. Our parents ended up sending us to different schools and soon if we saw each other it was mostly at mass on Sundays.

Then the years went by and she literally left on the other side of country. But because of one of the nice things about social media we became reconnected.

Today we sat for like five hours on my deck and caught up with some of the time that had gone by and I am very grateful for that time as sometimes I feel like people don’t actually see me and she’s always known who I was and I’ve always known her she was and then we had the commonality of the fathers. As a matter of fact her late father was a pall bearer at my late father’s funeral.

We didn’t have nearly enough time together, but it made me so happy. I even had a little cry later this afternoon because I was happy which is totally weird, but I am half Italian so it does happen.

I really value the people in my world who are kind of lifetime people. It restores your faith in humankind when you have time with these people from your world. Part of that is because they know you you know them, there’s no artifice. You don’t have to have your guard up you don’t have to worry you can’t take your guard down and you don’t have to be anything other than yourself. And I think a lot of people do not know how to be themselves. Or they are afraid to be themselves.

I have been increasingly world weary with women especially lately. Today I had one who is easily 25 or 30 years younger try to do a passive aggressive social media cancel on me today because of my reaction to her urgency and virtual stamping of her feet that she needed to have a harmless garter snake removed from her garden. I mean what adult expects to be taken seriously referring to a garter snake as a “nope rope” or “Satan’s spaghetti” or “nope noodle.” For Christ’s sake.

Well the cancelling Christian perfect mommy on Facebook just made me compelled to comment. It was just crowd sourcing dumb ass to a degree over a garter snake.

First of all, everyone knows I have issues with the outdoor reptiles when they pop up unexpectedly in my garden. And we had a snake that this woman would have had the vapors over. It was a 5 foot plus garter snake. It was huge and it scared the crap out of me the first time I saw it and then I just sort of got used to it. It got used to me and nobody bothered anybody and eventually the snake moved on because it outgrew the area because that’s what they do.

And I actually TRY to be patient of these so-called younger generations from myself, but I found myself being like cranky granny today, when this woman literally tried to cancel me in a Facebook group by being utterly passive aggressive and saying I was using my inside thoughts outside. I mean WTF?

And she was using the we word when referring to me. We lady are nothing alike, thank God.

Seriously “inside thoughts” like I am a freaking toddler at a Bouncy House place or Chuck E Cheese for a birthday party. Now when I was just a smidge older that toddler category, I couldn’t use my inside voice outside just ask my mother since she had to bribe me with Minnetonka moccasins from the Ocean City, NJ boardwalk to speak softly. It didn’t stick.

This is the generation who had the first so called helicopter parents, and now they are becoming more helicoptery than their own parents, but I digress. The nouveau Main Line needs to up their game. Queen Elizabeth might have been able to use the royal we, but a mommy and me graduate? I don’t think so.

And what freaking self respecting adult calls a snake a nope noodle? Can’t even imagine what she has named her lady parts, so to speak.

And then there are the women I actually know, and in some cases for years. They have their overly chipper, life is perfect and we must network vomit all over social media. Only what they don’t get is they are alienating the people who have been loyal and supportive for years. And then when they get caught in their own web fibbing to those who have been supportive? Essentially they start losing people who cared about them, pretense aside.

But hey what do I actually know? These are just my thoughts and keeping it real.

Sign me speaking my mind to my own delight for decades.

ecoshield permit to solicit REVOKED in east goshen

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The Township Manager of East Goshen Township was kind enough to send me this letter today. It shows clearly that EcoShield has been booted from another municipality out here in Chester County.

Below are prior media and video stories.

Apparently, we all need pest control to handle the pest control people. 

Happy Friday!

https://www.clickondetroit.com/news/michigan/2024/04/24/michigan-warns-ecoshield-to-change-cancellation-policy-or-face-legal-action/

meanwhile in easttown, demolition by neglect at 32 waterloo avenue?

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First I will start with somewhere under ALL of this mess is supposedly a house built in 1890. It was bastardized in the 1960s. I wonder what it originally looked like? Someone had said it was possibly a stable or livery originally, so an adaptive reuse would be normal for modern living but LOOK at what neighbors have to literally look at today?

I went looking in ChesCo Views to see who owned the property and obviously it’s an investor or investment group. There are a few properties involved.

Here’s what I found in public records:

Dilapidated property

I don’t have all the details but I asked around and apparently 32 Waterloo was part of an original plan for an office building?

I found these old articles:

Supervisors delay decision regarding parking issues at Waterloo Complex
Proposed Berwyn residential, office complex faces hurdles
Plans approved by Easttown planners after lively exchange
Waterloo Complex applicant is all out of patience

Local scuttlebutt has it that they weren’t actually able to do what they originally wanted to do. So houses that they owned were rehabbed and rented out I have been told.

So here’s an excerpt from a 2008 article in Main Line Media News (you know back when our local news was actually reported by our local papers and not disemboweled by hedge funds):

Anger was the word of the evening – or at least the most memorable word – at Tuesday night’s Easttown Planning Commission meeting when Michael McNulty, who is applying for land-development and conditional-use permits for the proposed Waterloo Complex on his property in Berwyn, became upset with the commissioners and stormed out of the room.

Because only two members of the Planning Commission attended Tuesday’s meeting, there was no quorum, and it was unclear why the absent members did not show.

However, chairman Mitch Shiles and commissioner Joe Tamney stayed to hear requests and presentations from community members.

OK so apparently this guy McNulty’s entity still owns these properties correct? I just pulled the records today off of ChesCo views, right? So it kind of makes me laugh because it’s almost like when people threaten to leave a Facebook page or a Facebook group, but they never do?

I remembered when all of this was happening at the time I just never knew what happened to it as an issue until someone posted a picture of 32 Waterloo Ave. over the weekend.

Back to local scuttlebutt. Somewhere along the line, thank heavens, plans for an office building in the middle of Berwyn‘s historic village fell apart. Now, if I recall correctly, when this first started, some of the people in Berwyn came to us at the then Save Ardmore Coalition (now defunct) to ask us how we organized. I also seem to remember now that I’ve started digging back into this that this was covered at the time on the Save Ardmore Coalition blog because we did cover other areas. And at that point the site had multiple bloggers.

So I found all the articles that exist on coverage of this issue of these properties being consolidated for an office building in Berwyn’s historic village. What I was told by locals is that at some point after all of this, the man that owned the properties fixed up all the others and rented them out.

However this one property at 32 Waterloo Avenue has something wrong. I don’t know what the deal is but sitting like this you know something happened right?

So Easttown what is the deal? Intentional blight? Demolition by neglect? It’s also concerning because this is an area of Berwyn that has a lot of investment properties. And if one gets to slide by on subpar standards of property upkeep, the others might follow? Or one would think a real estate holding company like Eadah, that takes reasonably decent care of their properties and has property in that neighborhood might also be bothered by this ?

I honestly don’t know what’s going on, but I will close with a little montage of Google Earth photos of this property at different times over the years.

You be the judge.

this view never gets old

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enough already with b.s.

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We were discussing this on my blog’s Facebook page. And the general consensus was that it was somewhat vulgar and wasteful. It is of course the right of a parent to spend on their child as they see fit, but this has been quite public and all over media and social media, so this is fair game in the public sphere.

These comments were left on a public page so this woman is comfortable with what she said to me. I am offering a rebuttal here. I feel she just likes the sound of her own voice.

I reject how some wish to turn the comments from mere opinions into something bad as if no one is allowed an opinion on what became a public spectacle.

This was never about the kids at the party, or the kid for whom the party was for. This is about public reaction to the excessive nature of this much like the crazy MTV Sweet 16 parties that you used to see run across your television screen.

Sorry not sorry, this is excessive. This is like practically a wedding expensive. This is like a semester of college tuition expensive. Or paying the co-pays on cancer treatment expensive.

We all know prom is a right of passage. But something like this? Is it really for the kids? Or adults showing off that they can?

Anyway, one woman who has never commented on my page couldn’t merely disagree, she had to make this into a whole ball of ugly. She made it racial, and that was not and is not what this is about. And when I didn’t bow to her God almighty wisdom the race baiting terms like “micro aggression” surfaced. Also, as an added bonus, the lovely commentary that it was essentially her divine right to comment on my page. Actually no it’s not, she’s a guest.

She also had to say how everyone was jealous that was leaving negative comments. She doesn’t know how anyone grew up or where they grew up. It was just we were jealous because we think something like this is vulgar and excessive. Personally, definitely not jealous because at that age a party like that would’ve been a lot of pressure for a teenager in my humble opinion. I would not have wanted that pressure as a teen. Just like I am glad that we did not have the added pressure of promposals back in the day. And while some of those promposals are definitely cute, a lot of those have also gotten excessive.

This woman is an unpleasant example of how so many are unable to have a conversation from opposing perspectives. This is also an example of how people weaponize the politically correct terminologies of today and other common phrases.

I am not and never have been a racist. Expressing my opinion on an overpriced post prom party does not make it anything other than exactly that: it is excessive and anyone has the right to say so. I will also note that the color of my skin is not something I personally decided. I was born that way. I also have to ask why is it OK to attack me for the color of my skin? I’m not attacking anyone for the color of their skin, merely commenting on a rather excessive and somewhat ridiculous post prom party. (I have, however, used my space to express how I feel when I am called a racist by anyone for expressing my opinion devoid of racial implications or intent.)

So lady, God don’t like ugly, and I will be able to look him in the eye on judgement day.

Thanks for stopping by.