Every once in a while, google maps will offer to recap a trip for us or show us the places we’ve been recently. Today, I saw an option for “see all”, so I pushed that button. What I got was a map of all the places we’ve been since I got this phone.
I think it’s time for a new phone.
I had to make sure there would be a reason for Judy to want to come home, so I got the puzzle this far and left it for her to finish.
It worked!
Home again. It will be nice to spend some time together.
And the cotton is high.
…when people I didn’t know referred to me as “sir”. I’m just Steve. How did I get to be sir? Over time, as it happens much more often, I’m comfortable that it’s just younger people recognizing my seniority, a term of respect.
But now, a new reality. Out on the trail, old people I don’t know are starting to refer to me as “sir”.
His memorial was today in Long Beach, down in Belmont Shore.
A retired firefighter captain, there was a turnout of firemen, friends, and family.
A big sendoff.
Judy was there. I was there on the computer livestream.
He was born in 1966, the year Judy and I got married. The toddler I got to play with before we left for Colorado in 1968. Spinning around in the front yard, Ralphie by the hands flying and giggling. Me just 22. Yeah.
