a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1133/636/1600/Its%20The%20Skips%20Fault.0.jpg”img style=”margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;” src=”http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1133/636/200/Its%20The%20Skips%20Fault.0.jpg” alt=”" border=”0″ //aI received an electronic letter from my father, it reads as follows:br /br /I went to a curling bonspiel once in Wetaskawin, Alberta. A fella asked what I thought of curling. I said I did not know anything about it. He said here try it once. I took the rock and placed it in dead center. He asked me if I wanted to play again. I said no thank you, I did it once, nothing more to prove. Then I walked away, a winner.br /br /dad.br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1133/636/1600/Like%20Hell%20It%20Is.0.jpg”img style=”margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;” src=”http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1133/636/200/Like%20Hell%20It%20Is.0.jpg” alt=”" border=”0″ //a