I’m back home again, in horrible old Connersville. It is nice to be back here for some reason. I know with my mother and grandma around, I will have plenty of ‘advice’ and ‘prodding’ to assist in my neverending quest for employment. Perhaps too, I will run into some friends from days of high school yore. Other than that, I am not sure what I am going to do. Watch the grass grow I suspect.