I’ve known her since I was 16
She was 15. Judy’s older sister, Sue.
In their family, Sue filled the role of parent, so when I picked up Judy to go out on a date, we sat at their dining room table with Susie while she set the rules. We acknowledged even then, with a smile, that it was a little odd having someone younger than me being the parent, but the rules weren’t too tough. Home at a decent time and don’t get in any trouble. We never did.
Judy and Susie were so close. As children, they protected and comforted each other, as much as they could, through some difficult times. And all of our adult lives, the three of us, Sue, Judy, and me, were good friends. We enjoyed, respected, and supported each other.
Sue passed away peacefully in her sleep today. It was a several-year fade as her memory left her. Another contemporary we love and will miss.
FW: GBBC Final Results Are In with More Broken Records. 🎉 🙌
The Great Backyard Bird Count. (The backyard now being every place on the planet.)
8,257 species reported. That’s out of about 10,000 known species. Pretty good percentage for a four-day effort.
e World Once Again Showed-up for the Birds…and Each other.
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Charming
I was having a conversation with a person on the phone and needed to upload a document to her while we were talking. I had already previously uploaded several. At the conclusion, she apologized for my having to go through that.
Problem? Uploading documents?
“Well,” she answered, “people… (slight pause) of your generation sometimes have trouble with computers.” She never called me old. She didn’t use terms like elderly, senior, or geriatric; she just politely referred to “my generation.” I thought that was sweet.
I’ve been thinking
…about prison inmates. …and babies.
Prison inmates; the worst of the worst, right? They’ve all done bad things, some of them terrible, unthinkable things. That’s who I’m thinking about, the incorrigible that have to be locked away. How did they get like that?
We all started out as babies, the most innocent of innocents. We’re not born with evil stares and bad intent. We’re born helpless and dependent, with giggles and smiles as we stumble about. Everybody starts out like that. How do some of us get from giggles and smiles and innocence to doing terrible things?
Sure, nature versus nurture, but is that all there is? And none of us are just one thing. We’re not entirely the worst thing we’ve ever done, nor the best. But these complicated human beings. We all turn out so different, and maybe we all, no matter how we turn out, wonder why everyone else is so different.

