MISSING. Reward Offered.

We're off to the hospital again today for what is the 6th? 7th? 100th? attempt at this stone.

I've known Vern for almost 30 years, and I never thought I would hear him say what he said last night.

"I think I'm losing my happy."

Anyone who knows him knows one thing about him - he's terminally happy. He's so positive and happy that sometimes you want to punch him. But as far as I know, he has never even come close to losing his "happy."

Until now.

I'm sure it's not permanently lost. In fact, I'm pretty sure I know where it is hiding. It's right behind some huge, nasty kidney stone.

So we're off to the hospital again to have yet more tubes and more scopes and more surgery so that he can finally get his happy back.