Bampa is awake and alive!

Greetings All! Well after hours of trial and error and finally utilizing the capable services of a trusted ally (Joy the computer whiz) in the office I AM HERE!!!

Today has been eventful, in a Davis sense. On Sunday evening I put the garbage containers out for collection as usual. James took Paul's cans down later. On Monday afternoon I noticed we were a container short. Last night I went over to the Manor and sure enough there were three, count them, 1-2 -3, in the back yard. I knocked on the door. No answer. I called Salt Lake County Public Works and got the number of my cans. Upon my return I verified the number and knocked on the front door and very respectfully but admittedly loudly requested the return of my numbered can. This is a major issue because the Manor guy took Paul's cans 3 times last year and it took the SL County Sherriff to stop the practice. About 5 minutes later the son brought my can back (1/2 full of garbage). I decided to do as the French did at Diet Bien Phu in the late 1950's and declare a victory and leave. Well that's when the fun started. Paul came knocking on the door with praise and adulation. I understand the neighborhood is planning parades, dinners and monuments. More later. Bampa