Gonna fess up a little bit because at 66 years of age one questions ones own sanity in some cases. It's the old did I say that or just think I said that. As I was putting the snowblower away yesterday I glanced over an saw a couple of old friends standing in the corner. My fishing poles and my motorcycle seemed to be looking at me longingly and inquiring when they would again feel my warm touch. Much to my surprise I found these words being whispered from within, "Don't worry fella's it won't be long". I must admit I felt no guilt in snubbing the lawn mower but wonder if I may have broken some rule of inanimate object rules of conversation.