Sometimes there is justice, Fran. When I was a kid, a friend of mine committed suicide, because his father was a drunk and used to beat him and his mother. My friend was only 11 years old, when he blew his brains out, with a shotgun.
About 10 years later, his father was killed, when he was trapped between a truck that was backing up and a wall. He was crushed. I called that justice.![]()
Jerry your right in that case. I know so many cases of injustice I could depress everyone but I will not do that.


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