Nothing much to say this morning. Dew on the poppys. Is that poppies or poppys? I'm going out on a photoshoot right now. I tried to find the epilogue of Tim Russert's book, Big Russ & Me, but I couldn't find it. If one of you out there can find it, that would be great. It is so incredible and a great mission statement for this Father's Day Weekend. That's as much as I have to say this morning. Sad perhaps. Realizing life can be dead-headed in an instant. Dewy and marvelous one morning, wiped out by a strong wind or hard rain the next. I don't want anyone going yet. It's all too soon.