Giving Thanks
There are not many things in the world that do not have some value. Mosquitos, flat beer, pineapple on pizza. Not many others. What always has value are the people in our lives. Like many mornings, I woke up thinking/dreaming about people that have passed in my life. This morning, it was about sledding down the hill at home with my brother and sister when we were kids, very young. It is one of those memories that has stayed with me. I can feel how cold and wet my feet were, even though Mama had put all of our feet in bread bags before putting our boots on. I can see the sun sparkling off the snow. I can hear the crunch under our feet as we drag the red saucer back up the hill. We were freezing and soaking and having a ball. Maybe that is such a strong memory, that I come back to often, because we were happy together. In short, we loved each other, though I would have punched you for suggesting it, that wasn't cool. On any oth...