Friday has rolled around again and it looks great. Sunny and 70...a little breezy. The entire holiday weekend should be terrific for Mom...and everyone else, too. Don't forget about the 5K Truman Run Saturday morning at 8:00. Get to the Sunshine Center at 607 West Lexington in Independence early to register. Rumor is that President Truman himself will be there with me. I'll be the one not wearing a suit or carrying a walking stick. Sadly, for me, he'll be the one looking most alive.

Also, a sincere thanks to the wonderful folks at the Redemptorist Senior Center. We had a good visit yesterday about all kinds of things. I was the warm-up act for the main attraction: lunch and bingo! I hope they had as much fun as I did. Just one warning, when you visit...and you really should...be careful about who you ask regarding the restrooms. I ended up in the sewing and craft room. Yes, it was labeled "all-purpose" but I didn't take that literally and, yes, I made a nice quilt but I still needed to find the restroom.

Yesterday in the blog...that word still strikes me funny...I think it's the sound made if the Pillsbury Doughboy squeezed into a wet-suit. Anyway, yesterday, in this interweb space (see how cyber-hip I'm getting?) I talked about gifts I had given my Mom over the years. It became clear that she most liked the ones I made myself. So, with that in mind, and my wallet tightly shut, I offer this poem for my Mother:

M is for the moped on which she speeds around.
O , well, that's the ostrich she once brought home from the pound.
T stands for her teeth, by her bed, safe in the jar.
H, is the halo of smoke rings from her smelly green cigar.
E means all the ear wax...she said that I had tons.
R is this reality: I'm the favorite of her sons.

Well, let the psychoanalysis begin and remember, I am a weatherman, so the accuracy of some of the above could be a problem. Happy Mother's Day!