To my loved ones and those that like me a bit I’m alive and you don’t have to take a census to prove it just give me a call or even text. G-D commanded Moses to count each person so that each individual was noted I’m only asking you to text me every once in awhile. I know it might hurt your fingers to dial or text my number but isn’t it nice to know that the some what old man is still pulling up roses not under them? I’m not asking for you to write a book (although that would be nice) but get a call or two while I’m still here. Thank G-D I’m alive and hopefully will be there when you actually call as well.
FOOTNOTE– This phone is on both ears and hands.