I can't believe Sylvia has moved. I'm a man of habits and Subway is one of them. For six years, Sylvia has managed the Subway where I often go. She knows the routine: wheat bread, turkey and ham, provolone, all vegies (including spinach) except lettuce, vinegar. But her husband got transferred to Houston, so they're gone as of this week. For six years we chatted briefly. She'd ask how things were going at church, and I'd ask how things were at the store. It's the funny thing about being in a place for so long. I buy cars from Chris (if new) or Cal (if used). Brent handles my insurance. Floyd and Kay deliver our paper. And Kelli cuts my hair. For 15 years she's cut my hair. There's less in back now than when she started in 1991, but she still gives it her best effort. When we first moved here, I wandered into a clip shop between our house and ACU. She happened to be available. When she moved downtown years later, I followed. Now she's at Jodelle's. It's a tiny bit girlie for me. There's no TV with ESPN, and no Men's Health magazine is in sight. But the two of them are wonderful. Besides, I could name names of guys who sometimes read this blog who also go there. - - - - Took a little walk in Nashville this morning. Just incredibly gorgeous!