Chapter 27 Happy New Year its 2010!

Flash forward to 2010! Wow! Has it actually been almost three years sicne I wrote in this blog? How time marches on, it waits for no man. A lot of things have happened... I got married again. My father passed away. My daughter started college and my son turned into a rock star. He plays in a red dirt country band out of Stillwater called No Justice. He tours the midwest and they just signed with Sony Red. He plays regularly in Tulsa, Dallas, Houston and as far north as Chicago. He has recently been spending time in Nashville laying down guitar tracks for their upcoming CD. On a recent trip to B'ville I saw from the news that the wheels had fallen off the life of the Danish Pastry. Her son and husband were arrested on drug related charges and her business burned along with the May Bros. Building. It is a shame...the May Bros was always such a nice building. Seriously, it is too bad. We all hope our kids avoid the kind of pitfalls her son apparently willingly stepped into, selling drugs. His father claimed the marijuana growing in the garage was his, probably in a a misguided attempt to protect his son. I don't know how this might affect the father's postion with the city and community center. As to the cause of the fire..I don't know what the final out come of the investigation is or was, I am aware the owner of the restaurant and his buddy were prime suspects. I have been in the vacat spaces that held the reported meth lab. I find it hard to believe that the tenants of the second floor did not smell something amiss, whether during the labs operating period or after. I would suspect strong odors of cooking chemicals would be a tip off that something was amiss. Those spaces were like someones old attic. Dusty, debris ridden and a perfect place for pigeons to roost. That is the reason the suspects had keys to the spaces it was reported. I have reconnected to three people mentions in or starring in this blog. At least one died this past year, my old branch manager who was so interested in my conquest of Carolyn B. I don't know the cause of his death, I only read the obit. I made a trip through Bartlesville on the occasion of my daughter's graduation with honors from Union in Broken Arrow. I was saddened to see the old homested on Cherokee and shocked to see that they had dozed the stately homes on Cherokee at Adams. I guess they needed a place for the middle schoolers to loiter and leave their litter. Ah-h! Progress. This must needs be short. I'll have to dig out my old journal and see what if any, entries I wrote for inclusion, but have not yet posted.