It is August and I can nod my head and say with expertise, I cannot run to get the mail in bare feet. Without shoes, the soles of my feet leap up to save our feet, while fishing in each pocket for the mailbox key. Once I dance over to the grass and the grass is no longer soft and welcoming. The tiny grass ants now have sturdy spears to draw blood from my unshielded feet. This is taking way too long. The hop from one foot to the other as the box drops open from the key. Then I bend down to take a see. All that was there was advertisements that were too good to be. It takes forever to wait for a hand-scripted letter from my best friend. But wherever she is, I hope she remembers it is her turn to write to me. So back to historical things and what wonderful things have been discovered through DNA and another Surprise source. We updated the Super kit from cousins, uncles and all who said they wanted to find out how we came to be. That is a pretty deep subj...