I have this on my web page....just thought I'd share it with Ya'll... ...Friends Without Faces...We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens, We all have to wonder, what this possibly means...With our mouse we roam through the rooms with care, in hope of meeting some friends in there...We chat with each other, we type all our woes, in hoping the Spirit and friendship flows...We wait for someone to type out our name, not asking for glory, no hassles, no fame...We give praises and hugs and some silly smiles, we tell who we are in various styles...We do form friendships-but-why we don't know, but some of these friendships will flourish and grow...Why is it on screen, we sometimes get bold, telling our secrets that have never been told...Why is it we share, the thoughts of our mind with those we can't see, as though we were blind...The answer is simple, but tell someone we must, So we turn to the 'puter' and those we can trust...Even though it's crazy, the truth still remains, they are friends without faces and odd little names.

Enjoy hunting, racing, and hope to be able to train my new lab pup

THANKS FOR THE POEM WAYNE1 VERY NICE!

that almost brought a tear to my eye, im sharing now....
im a very sensitive guy,
like long walks on the beach in the rain,
i watch chick flicks.
im in touch with my femine side
and if you believe any of this your a bigger sucker than i thought.
"real men cant even spell quiche"
cute poem though wayne.