That was a cheap shot at Lyman and I'm going to take it back, because he hasn't lost a pair of undies under the bed but once in nearly ten years. It's probably not his fault that I didn't find them for two years, either. He is creating a little wall here, though.

Bless his heart, he was planting cucumber and squash plants in the garden yesterday when he tripped over a tomato stake and fell into a pile of them (stakes). He looks and feels like he ran into a gang of toughs in a dark parking lot.

He had the presence of mind to throw the row rake away when he fell, and so prevented any serious injury. But he does require a lot of sympathy.