The Things That Survive
The few times I drove past the bank in recent years, I was struck with a feeling of vague sadness. A once impressive building had become nothing more than a sad relic of a different era.
The few times I drove past the bank in recent years, I was struck with a feeling of vague sadness. A once impressive building had become nothing more than a sad relic of a different era.
When I was a kid, the idea of a ham in a can (from an exotic, far away land like Denmark no less) was fascinating. The fact that my parents never bought one only added to its allure.
With the sound of ocean waves playing in the background, Henry and I fell asleep. Two hours later, I awoke to find I been pushed to the very edge of the bed.
After 2 hours of fuming and doing my best “guess I’ll go eat worms” act I calmed down and regained rational thought.
I thought about how blessed I am to have a wonderful family that includes a grandson I can’t think about without smiling.