I love to get away, for a day, a weekend, or longer and I love to come home to the familiar again. This trip was back to the original grounds from which I’ve been transplanted.  It was a vacation of remembrances and renewals of relationships.  I notice that as I age, the good memories are the ones that have lingered to greet me.  Some events that were not at all funny when they occurred now are conduits for shared laughter among friends.  As I compared archives of thoughts and conclus...


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