Sgt Grit Newsletter July 28, 2011

I picked up my Granddaughter at Dance Camp. I was a few minutes late, so just hit my Sgt. Grit Marine Hymn horn. A few girls peeked out the window, but she didn't come out, so I went in. “Didn't you hear my horn?” I asked. “That was you? We thought it was the ice cream truck!” she said.

I still have work to do.

Robert A. Hall