For years we heard stories from aunt Jean about “the twins”. Then there was Katie. 38? How did this little kid get to be 38? I must have blinked. The psalmist wasn’t kidding when he said all flesh is grass. I increasingly ponder the great lawn mower in the sky. Take very little for granted.

Wasnt facebook supposed to keep us all connected so we would notice everything, smell all the flowers on the road to nirvana?