Where would we be without good friends and family? Most likely in a ditch, on the side of the road, prehaps by a river.
I remember, years ago, a person told me that if you could count your friends on your two hands, you were doing pretty good. I didn't really know what he was talking about at the time, but now it all makes sense. I feel extremely lucky to have enough people in my life to call my friends. They remind you of who you are, where you came from and where you are going.
Thanks again, Gibbs family for your wonderful hospitality.
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