Number One, Again

First things first, Job was a wussy, compared to Tribe. He has more patience than any biblical figure, that's for damn sure. He has his own writing to get done, a blog and he provides both the professional and the neophyte a venue for their works. So when a goofball like me gums up his day, he soldiers on, straightens me out, works around my idiocy, and posts it. If the roles were reversed, I would've put the offender's work in the circular file.

Yet, here it is. A little ditty I call "Number One, Again." Thanks again, Tribe. The world's most patient editor and publisher.

Second, thanks to the Missus; by keeping me awake, I had no choice but to write.