Thank you for visiting my web page.

I plan to add to it and change it

often. Please come back when you

can and see what else might be

taking place at the beach house.

Special Thanks

I would like to pay special thanks to Betty

for her assistance in getting me started on

these pages, and answering at least a

zillion questions as I went along. I also

want to thank all the people who

contributed things to add to my pages.

I especially would like to thank my

good friend and alter ego Bob. He not

only made suggestions, but continually

gave me his support and encouragement

when I became discouraged. Without these

two people these pages would not exist.

Friend

Friend is a word that I don't throw around

Though it's used and abused I still like the sound.

I save it for people who've done right by me

And I know I can count on, if ever need be.

Some of my friends drive big limousines

Own ranches and banks and visit with queens,

And some of my friends are up to their neck

In overdue notes and can't write a check.

They're singers or ropers or writers of prose

And others, God bless'em, can't blow their own nose!

I guess bein' friends don't have nothing' to do

With talent or money or knowin' who's who.

It's a comf'terbul feelin' when you don't have to care,

'Bout chosin' your words or bein' quite fair.

'Cause friends'll just listen and let go on by

Those words you don't mean and not bat an eye.

It makes a friend happy to see your success.

They're proud of yer good side and forgive all the rest.

And that ain't so easy, all of the time

Sometimes I get crazy and seem to go blind!

Yes friends just might have to take you on home,

Or remind you sometime, that you're not alone.

Or ever so gently pull you back to the ground,

When you think you can fly, with no one around.

A hug or a shake, whichever seems right

Is the high point of givin', I'll tell ya tonight,

All worldly riches and tributes of men,

Can't hold a candle to the worth of a friend

By Baxter Black