Hi folks,

Today, Feb. 2 as I’m writing, has been a beautiful day. Maybe all the cold, rainy days have passed – but probably not!

When I tried to pass the beauty of the day to a good friend, he replied, “The biggest snow I have ever witnessed happened in the month of March.” He even knew the date and the year.

I am desperate to hear some good news, but the airwaves are filled with only negative news. That’s the reason I choose to read a good book and leave the TV off.

I was on a trip a few nights ago and passed a house that still had Christmas lights on. Please – Christmas has passed, so take the lights down. That’s what I call a real redneck.

Most all of our cities have people roaming the streets who are supposed to be homeless. Where did all these folks come from? I don’t recognize any of them.

A person told me most of them came from Nashville. They had to vacate the city when a major renovation began. He said they all came to north Alabama, and most of these people are not looking for work; many are wanting a handout.

One of the “homeless” approached me a few days ago and wanted to borrow $2. I noticed he had an L.L. Bean backpack; he was wearing a pair of Nike tennis shoes; and he had in his hand a high-priced iPhone.

And he needs $2?

I wanted to say, “Put that iPhone down, buy a newspaper and check the help wanted ads for jobs available.”

That’s what I wanted to say, but I didn’t.

In Homefolks U.S.A. we always try to build good stories around family, friends and loved ones, but on occasion, it’s good to share some of the common stories we encounter each and every day.

I am sure 2020 will be a good year for all. Let’s just look for the good things, enjoy every day, laugh a lot, be kind to everyone and truly appreciate what the good Lord has done for us all.

No doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Oh, I almost forgot! I had a customer in a few weeks ago who wanted to know if I could order a sofa they had seen “online.”

Well, I have never seen a sofa online. The only things I remember seeing “on line” were patched up shirts and worn out blue jeans my mother hung out on wash day.

Till next time,

Your friend,

Bobby