This afternoon I was standing in the garage watching the rain. You can't take the West Texas out of a guy and I still like to listen, watch and smell the rain. It really reminded me of a long time ago, in Lubbock, sitting in my garage of our rent house, I think on 6th Street. It was late in the evening and I was sitting with Marty just watching and smelling the rain. What I remember the most was how content and perfect it all felt and how I wanted that feeling to never go away. Well, it does go away, but it comes back again to visit from time to time. That's about all we can ask for really. Nikki brought Marty out to the garage and for a minute we got to sit in the garage and watch the rain, just like 35 years ago. It's a small thing -- but it was pretty cool. And then I think I may have cracked Marty's ribs trying to get her in the car. It comes and goes.