Some time ago I answered a knock on our door and looked straight into the face of a friend. He said, “I was just passing by and thought I would stop and see you.” It turned out he was there on purpose, not “just passing
Chaos! Boxes everywhere. We wind our way through stacks of boxes to every destination in the house. We are moving. Land-wise the move is not distant, only about 100 miles. Work-wise however, the distance might as well be across the ocean.
Much of today’s news is about immigration. Perhaps we should focus on the immigrants rather than rules and regulations. I must admit I am biased, since two of our four children came from Korea.
I sent word I could not attend. There was an important meeting. Attending the reunion would mean traveling for three consecutive weekends. That would mean driving thousands of miles; and, like me, my car was aging.