High Iron and Rollin' Thunder

It is hard to believe but it is raining again and the wind is blowing. Good day to stay in and putts. The Yankees are in a funk. The whole team, other than Granderson, is in a hugh slump. Posada isn't hitting his weight and the pitching is starting to come apart. Defense is miserable and the BP stinks. They have really put together the 1965 Yankees.

Worked on the engine Saturday with a crew of five others. No show for a whole bunch of guys until we throw a match into the firebox. Then we have a cast of thousands.

YD