I may not have all (or any) answers, but I know I’m the happiest when these feet are tired.
….when the fog does little to hide it
….when the winter sun makes me forget what a wuss I am without my fleece
Thanks for the sunshine today, Washington.
Herbert, thanks for the tour. Your mother is a saint; something my unholy self needed to hang around. And Bruce, you’re insane.
I loved every second of it.