Fletcher's tidbits:

My daughter is destined to be an opera star. The girl has a set of lungs on her that could fill the Rose Bowl. Boy can that girl get loud!

Senior-itis has set in BIG time for this year's graduating class. And with the weather like it was yesterday and today, who can blame them? Baxter's Golf Coach, Glen Crotts, suggested that from April until the end of the school year class should dismiss at noon. I think we should at least have elective classes in the afternoon like "Napping in Hammock 101" or "Fishing" or "Napping While Fishing."

It's coming to the annual time of year where my buddies and I geek out and go to a midnight screening. Last year it was Star Wars III, the year before that it was Spider-Man 2, the year before that it was X-men 2, the year before that, Spider-Man, ahh........good memories. This year it will be X-men 3 the night before school gets out, at 12:01 am Friday May 26. Bwahahahaha! Dorks of the world unite!

I played the worst golf in my life yesterday. I might as well have been swinging a wiffle bat instead of a golf club. I went home to my "driving range"- the practice soccer field by Carl Junction High School's baseball field and football stadium- and relaxed. I did much better.

My yard is out of control. I have two firm beliefs in my life- 1) There is a God, and I'm not him, and 2) mowing sucks. I have never mowed a yard in my life. Never have, never will. My father in law does it for us. We don't even have a lawn mower. My neighbors' boy is going to mow it for us. But right now, our yard resembles the Amazon Rain Forest. Last night I'm pretty sure I saw a band of gorillas nesting behind my back porch.

Speaking of Gorillas, I went to the PSU Spring Football game last Saturday with Juice and T-Ho. Good times. Ate at Bob's Grill. VERY good times.

Finally, at our Easter Service at church last Sunday, we did a Living Lord's Supper, in which 13 men take the role of one of the disciples and Jesus as portrayed by Leonardo Da Vinci. I was Andrew, the bearded fellow on the end holding his hands up like he was being mugged. Let's just say that for 21 minutes we all had to remain perfectly still, which is much more difficult than it sounds. Plus, I was the last disciple to get to pick out an outfit. There was nothing left at all except for scraps and random bits of clothing. So Disciple Andrew looked like a Hurricane Katrina refugee. I was SCRAGGY, man. SCRAGGY. I wore the same outfit Quasimodo wore in the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Rumor has it that we all looked good- I haven't seen the tape yet or any pictures. I look forward to it. St. Andrew the Tall and SCRAGGY!