I just got home from work and had this joyous message on my computer from Ray Whiting, my friend from New Orleans:
Fran:
I am out of New Orleans, on my way to Texas. MUCH to write, but not enough time right now. All is much better now than it has been.
You can post on your blog that I am out and that I am okay, and invite folks to write me. I have over 778 messages to sift through so it may take a while to answer the important ones.
Love ya!
Ray
I've had a dumb, self-stressful day so to receive this e-mail makes all the little day's annoyances instantly vanish.
Ray Whiting's My Life
If you want to e-mail him, go the E-Mail link on his site. Hey, Ray, you will sleep at the home of one of your kids tonight, I hope, and I am sure anxious to hear your stories--as only you will be able to tell them--with humor, cynicism, blistering criticism, and utter gratefulness. Love 'ya back. A lot of people are going to be happy campers tonight on your behalf.
