I received a note from an old friend last week. It was a late night letter, the likes of which I’ve penned many times before. It seemed to be an apology at first, then a reflection and ended as a letter of love and thanks. It was awesome.

Let me just say, I do not deserve an apology from anyone ( Well maybe from Bubba and John for the beatings, but that’s a different essay…). I have a Lisotta’s Store All full of my own apology letters to be disseminated by Tracie on my passing. However, I’ll take the thanks, love and nostalgia any day. I’ve also got a couple of those letters addressed and adorned with the correct postage.
In the end we all do the best we know how. Sometimes our best sucks a little… Doesn’t mean we don’t love. It just means we are perfectly imperfect. The more sunrises we see, the more we recognize the mistakes we’ve made. May I suggest we also recall the good we have done; the smiles we have created.

I have more regrets than Clinton had girlfriends. Luckily, I also have a treasure chest of love and laughter to hunt in when the need arises. We all have that pirate booty available. Ain’t nothin’ better than a little treasure. The note I got was equivalent to a bag of Lafitte’s gold coins.
Look for your map today and see what you find under the proverbial X. I’m betting at least a smile.
Good Mornin’ from Louisiana y’all. See you in Texas by lunch. Make the day a great one.

Will

It’s about the ride. Enjoy it.