I was told I was an old grumpy man today. Not just by a co-worker, but by co-workers! I guess when you get to my age things tick me off. I was trying to come to work on Saturday. I know what a concept that someone works on the weekend. On my way down North 27th, I had to be diverted to get to work while people wanted to protest about guns. Has anyone thought about not guns but mental health? I am not trying to fuel the fire. I just wanted to work. Then, I guess I got grumpy. I went to work, went home and worked around the house, built a cabinet for my wife, cleaned out the garage...I know, grumpy. I want to scream that I don't have time to protest. I have things to do. I know the 17 year old kids are excited to get a chance to vote everyone out of office if they don't conform. ( I learned that in a class in high school 40 years ago, it's not a new concept.) It's called an election and it happens every 2 and 4 years!) Turn 18 and vote, don't tell this old grumpy man what to do. Whew, done, with the grump, going home to work on my gutters.