For the two or six of you keeping up with my latest acting gig...I called Michele with the news that a paycheck had arrived in the mail.  Today.  A paycheck, an amount of money given to me for acting.  So, I guess it's official, I'm once again a working actor.  We both agreed that I should run and cash the check.

So cash it I did, at our small town bank where the teller always wants to know how I'm doing, really and, today, told me he enjoyed the article in the paper.  (I was interviewed by our local newspaper because of my part in "The House of Good and Evil.")  I then went immediately across the street for a hook-up with my connection.

At the Rite Print Shop, owned and run by Jean Rite along with her daughter Theresa, you can follow Jean into the back room where an old conference table is loaded with...honey.  Tara, Jean's grand daughter (Theresa is the Mom) has a honey business with Grandpa - the label actually reads "Papa and Tara's Honey."  I bought two quarts of Sourwood.  No, you can't have any.  Buy your own.

Then I went down the street to the Country Store where I purchased an iced tea that I absolutely did not need.  But that acting money was burning a hole in my pocket.  Over the course of my acting career, I've been in and out of the money.  Sometimes I had a little, sometimes a lot and usually, it was somewhere in between.  Which brings me to Mitt's money.

He has a lot of it.  Too much, in fact.  It certainly doesn't reflect, it seems to me, his worth.  Since he won't release his tax returns we'll never know but I have a sneaking suspicion that, pound for pound, I've paid a lot more in taxes than he ever has.  All that money and he wears funny underpants?  If he gives me a cool twenty million or so I promise I won't buy a single pair of funny underpants.  I will, however, buy lots more of Papa and Tara's honey and, what the heck, iced teas all around.

Either way, today I'm rich.