Good morning everyone and welcome to our observance of Friday, here on this March 10, 2017. I sure enjoy rolling down the highway in the early wee hours of the morning with my window down. The other day I was doing just that when a huge owl flew just in front of the hood of my truck. Now that got my attention. A few more feet and the owl and I would have been involved in a very close form of communication. Window wide open. Forty miles per hour. Yep. That would have made for an even more interesting start to my day. I thought about rolling up my window but I didn't. That breeze felt so good I decided to just keep on trucking down the road. I've told you before how that life itself, to me, is a series of near misses. I also thought about how that we never thought much about the risks involved in almost anything we did as kids growing up. Things like hanging out of the window in a fast moving vehicle. Or, sitting in the back of a pickup truck on the sides ducking limbs, at night. There's much more, but, to share too much would violate the secrecy code of youth. Nowadays, life comes with one of those warning labels like you see on a mattress. Do not remove under penalty of law. I look at our boys. They had opportunities to throw caution to the wind. But, by the time their children got here, our grandchildren, we suddenly, collectively, began to think about all the bad things that could happen as facilitated by all the advertising, the safety devices, new laws, the instantaneous reports of all things terrible, and, in general, we became so cautious our little ones missed out on a lot. I'm not sure where it will all end up but the overly cautious spirit continues today. To a large extent, it is a conditioned response. I can testify that it gets progressively worse with age. I will tell you this. Once I got some breath back into my body, I was very happy that Mr. Owl and I didn't have a close encounter of the worst kind.