Martin Luther King Day

I remember the spring of 1968 so well, because that was the year I graduated from high school. Idealistic and mature for my age, I was headed to the University of Wisconsin. My guidance counselor and father figure had suggested it. His daughter had graduated from there. He was a retired farmer and the father of 5. At least 2 of his children had gone to Hope College in Michigan. He was great to me and I went to his office when I needed to talk, which was often.

First King, then Bobby. Anyone here seen my old friend Martin?

Saturday, Chi Apple Store........

Time to cowgirl up and do right by the people of Haiti....more later.

Day 24

This is the 24th day I have spent in this chair. There is a small yellow mum beginning to bloom in the windowbox:

Rex is sleeping on the couch and i am feeling peaceful.