Remember when I told you about this?

I have an idea.  And it involves a little good natured mischief:

and an old tradition:

The only time I ever heard Ernie lament about being paralyzed was when we would pass by the statue of John Bozeman, founding father of our fair city.  He would say, “You know, if I could walk for a day the first thing I would do is dance on his grave.”

Cheers, Ernie.  I’ve got a good one for you.