I did a song I wrote in a Church special last Sunday called "Seasons" concerning the constantly changing seasons of our lives. Well yesterday I got a phone call long distance from my boss. He is not my boss anymore after tomorrow. No, he isn't quiting, or being laid off. I am.
I finally got to meet GB face to face day before yesterday, and it seems just in time, as I most likely won't be out his way again, maybe ever. Who knows?
At 60 years old, all I can say is: Here we go again. The real estate market crashed a couple years ago and wiped out my investments completely, and now I have got to find yet another job. Bet I do to. May not be the one I want, but I suspect God will help me out when needed. Like ole Worley says in his latest country song: Sounds like life to me.