The forecast for Columbus Georgia, which is where I live, was for clear skies and high heat. It was not to be the best day for yard-work, but wasn't g...ing to be the worst either. Having overslept, I didn't get started until almost 11:00. As the weatherman had predicted, there wasn't a cloud in the sky above me and the heat was raising fast. Two hours later, I was sweating like an Eskimo in a desert. An hour after that my tee-shirt was soaked; my underpants were drenched; and my socks were so. The first couple of appointments where just straight boring sales meetings, but the 5 appointment was with this one lady that I just could not forget, she was dressed up very business like in a suit and blouse, when I got to her Small hotel I didn't think i would have much luck with getting an order from her, but I was in for a big surprise. She welcomed me in showing me to her private office and then dissapeared for a couple of minuets leaving me to get out my order forms and product lists. It. And Barry is getting pretty goddam tired of this. And Barry wants to call a halt to the hurt and the wounded and the sad and the lonely and the misbegotten and the hiders who have to hided even in hiding, and he wants to say, but the cords are there on the keys, while the other organist has said a total of three swift sentences, while Barry says: fills the screen. The question and the grillings of others here on their own little organs and Barry telling the truth and the truth, until Barry. I told her no problem and I do feel much better since at last in my life trusting someone enough to be hushed mouthed enough to tell things like that which went on while living on the farm.Even as I do now this many years later to tell it in writing if that’s a thing anymore, to have finally broken my chains that have bound me and dove into finally telling my story to you readers out there.I know one thing Patti wanted it after telling her the story she wanted exactly what I had gotten.Oh it.