JOHN AND BILL

 The time is 7:31 I've driven my electric chariot over to garden Court East center and I'm in the foyer. At the age of 78 I finally understand who I am and who God is. I've been a gospel preacher and witness since I was a young man or even a young boy but my scholastic ability was greatly hindered supposedly by my obsession to be outdoors whenever possible. And now I understand why God created the outdoors. Because he loves the outdoors also. And so did his son Jesus Christ who was a perfect illustration of who God the Father is as we like to say and mental health and possibly genetics the acorn doesn't fall very far from the tree. Both my uncle and my father after whom I am named William Michael dittner that's d i t t m e r silly AI loved the outdoors. They were raised on a farm in Southern Illinois where their oil worker/farmer father and mother lived. My dad had polio but he was still quite able to get around and Uncle John both were mechanical geniuses. My uncle was also a scholastic genius and after world war II he used the GI Bill to get into and be a part of Mount olivet college in Illinois where he graduated. They had an outdoor business before that where they had purchased a caterpillar the big diesel kind and they also were experts with dynamite. They would bulldoze and blow up tree stumps for farmers. My dad used to say he could blow a stump out with only a quarter stick of dynamite but they'd use five or six sticks for free advertising. Another thing that I know my dad was an expert at was slinging a hammer at a chisel so you could drill a hole to stick dynamite into. I know this because he got mad at some guy that stole my $0.50 every night by challenging my skinny little body to the strong man display where you hit the lever with the sledgehammer and the weight goes up and hits the bell. After the third time my dad decided it was time to show this Yahoo a lesson and he took me down to the carnival holding my hand and he had a huge pocketful of quarters which was necessary for the pop machines. I watched him hit and dang the bell repeatedly and if you got it all three times for a quarter you got a prize and he did it maybe a dozen or more times and loaded me up with prizes while the guy was begging him to stop because he knew my dad was mad because this guy had tricked a little boy who had worked at the carnival for $0.50 a day into giving up his 50 cents. So yes my dad loved the outdoors and yes my uncle and him had a business together and yes there were women that love them and adored them and stayed with them till one of them died. Both my mom and dad passed away under the supervision of my awesome and scary sister at the age of 74. Now it's time for me to wrap up the story boys and girls. Both my heavenly father and my earthly father love love love the outdoors so did his son Jesus Christ. Later Gators.