Apologizing for a nasty remark is like trying to unscramble an egg. Borrowed from The DeerLake Weekly letter. No walking in the wet grass in old cemetaries, no driving on crazy country roads, no feeding turtles or checking cattle. It rained last night. Hard rain, slow rain, every kind of rain all night long and it may not be over yet. Wonder what people did on days like this before TV and computers? Don't tell me they cleaned house and did laundry.