Hello
I haven’t been writing much lately, or at least what I have been writing has remained for the most part unfinished and fragmented. These days I feel like I’m telling the same stories over and over, and quite frankly I’m starting to get bored listening to myself write. The park has been pretty quiet lately anyway, all the neighbors getting their gardens ready for winter and putting their pumpkin decorations out. Things have just been slowly drifting along, waiting for fall to turn into winter. Last night I received an email from Jeff Abshire, a friend from so long ago that it pains me to think that it’s my own life that’s past by. I don’t usually name names here on this site, mostly out of courtesy to the people in my life that I want to write about. But when I got the email from Jeff, I had to get out an old yearbook to make sure I had an accurate picture. Last night, Sweetie and I sat at the kitchen table going through those books and out popped all these names. Names ...