Friday night

Looking at the dark outside the window, and listening to the sound that might be that of a road, but is really the wind travelling down the river valley. Houses become islands of light at times like these. My son and his friends, freed for the weekend, stop by briefly on their travels. Doors open Continue reading Friday night

Lunch

Thanks for lunch, Janet! It’s hard to begin to catch up on 30 years, but we made a good start. Everything from What We’re Doing Now to “Where were you during the Great Water Fight of 8th grade?” Janet says she was on the bridge dropping water ballons on people. I myself had snagged a Continue reading Lunch