So, it's not Kennesaw Mountain,

I can still dream, can't I.   Getting older I huff and puff with more frequency when climbing and lifting.  With all the new-fangled mechanical parts holding my body together, I can't run or jump without thinking twice about how I'll land.  And, living in the south, it seems like my blood has thinned and I get colder, despite wearing my time-tested 50 year old "Nehru sweater" which Sara detests.  So now I draw scenes that I can remember doing, or wish I did, in my youth.

A tribute to the good old days, find this sketch (taken from a Coors advertisement, therefore not for sale.. shhh,  wink, wink).   Winter is still a wonderful time of year!   A time to rest and prepare for the blossoms and promise of new things to come.

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