The pocketbook can blind us to what real happiness or joy is. A nice day with our wives or family. Good health. The ability to listen to music or play music.

My family was never what you would call, “rich.”
We were middle class.

The depression in the 30’s brought my Father’s family from Pennsylvania. My Mother’s family was mainly from Illinois or Wisconsin.

We have circuit riders in our ancestry. Pastors that would ride horses to school houses and other places to worship. That’s from the Norwegian side.

My maternal grandfather’s family had some notable relatives.

Their name was Staegemann. German for “Stage Man.” They owned an opera house in Deuseldorf. Where Brahms first played his, “Lullaby.”

No real money. But does the Almighty Dollar or Peso or any other currency bring true happiness.

You know where my mind is? Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is our Loving Benefactor.

TGIF. Mr. Pascual.

Also, enjoyed the jokes and illustrations.