Tonight my son announced in a way only an 11 year can do there was a man at my door. To my surprise, but delight, it was Jerry Birl - on his U.S. quest for "MORE" as he travels to NV.

Let me tell you - I don't droll like that when the Schwans man pulls up. After a brief but enjoyable visit, he left a few chips lighter and is heading to Camp Verde for the night.

That's TWO chippers now that I have met that found their way to Prescott.

And I am left with just one thought:
~~~~~~ Why am I whining about the task of entering MY chips into a database??? ~~~~~~