My ??? post

Hi to all who read this,
I find that I am visiting my friends blogsites less often and commenting even less often, I am certainly posting much less often and the quality of the posts I do make is often pretty weak, But.... this has in no way affected my anticipation as I continue my morning ritual of turning the computer on and checking my email.
I am often saddened to find there is nothing more than the usual spam or offers to sell me software, medications, cheap air fares to places I have no interest in visiting etc etc.... You must know the type of junk mail of which I speak... I can't be the only one lucky enough to receive it.
In reality my disappointment is that there are so few personal messages to gladden my heart, I am realist enough to know that if I'm not "putting out" the "incoming" will soon taper off but this doesn't stop the sadness of the moment when I am busy hitting the delete button to get rid of the daily dose of unwanted emails and longing for more "personal" stuff.
I now face the task of giving this post a title???? and selecting a label for it???? Was it the old Bob Hope show where we were entreated to "keep those cards and letters coming in"??? if it wasn't Bob it was someone of the same era!!!!

How to undfrstand women.

New abridged edition

"HOW TO UNDERSTAND WOMEN"

I think its amazing how much they have crammed into such a small space.

'Will that make me a better gunfighter?'

A young cowboy sitting in a saloon one Saturday night recognized an elderly man standing at the bar who, in his day, had been the fastest gun in the West. The cowboy took a place next to the old-timer, bought him a drink and told him of his great ambition to be a great shot... ‘Could you give me some tips?' he asked. The old man said, 'Well, for one thing, you're wearing your gun too high - tie the holster a little lower down on your leg.' 'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' 'Sure will ' The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out his .44 and shot the bow tie off the piano player. 'That's terrific!' said the cowboy. 'Got any more tips?' 'Yep,' said the old man. 'Cut a notch out of your holster where the hammer hits it - that’ll give you a smoother draw' 'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' asked the young man. 'You bet it will,' said the old-timer. The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun in a blur, and then shot a cufflink off the piano player. 'Wow!' exclaimed the cowboy 'I'm learnin' somethin' here. Got any more tips?' The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon. 'See that axle grease over there? Coat your gun with it.' The young man smeared some of the grease on the barrel of his gun. 'No,' said the old-timer, 'I mean smear it all over the gun, handle and all.' 'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' asked the young man. 'No,' said the old-timer, 'but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the piano, he's gonna shove that gun up your ass, and it won't hurt as much. I love it when a story comes together like that!!