I met a gentleman who asked my name and I said, “Wy.” He then said impatiently, “I just asked a simple question.” I repeated to him, “Wy” and I could tell he just did not have a clue of why I said Wy. This question prompted my “WysSkies” journal writing. The Talk Shoppe Memphis Networking group met at the YMCA and I won my “Y” cap and Cup. I picked up the expression “Wy at the Y” as a joyful 
introduction. I am convinced that the joy of the Lord is what gives me blue sky situations and lively steps.
Better Butterflies ! Seven Sights and Sounds 