How did I go two years without striking out at you? Has it been that long? From long lines at the check out counter at the Memphis Public Library, as roaming the stacks, looking for books, and typing to no one...a true "blog." But alas, <br>
It is June now in our year 2022. Hot, extremely hot. Volatile, even. My body aches as all bodies must at a certain time in their life. I choose sporadic wellness moments. "Soft Bell," you breath in and out, right? you look for the calming sense you gain when at high altitudes. I remember carving snow with my Mom's sister and her husband. Snow coming down hard, few people seemed on the slopes. Trees lining the, I want to say "fairway," but this isn't golf...or it wasn't then. <br>
I remember laughter, really. Carving through the fresh powder and my uncle to my left and my aunt a bit behind me. It was skiing as in a movie about skiing. <br>
Now I look at my phone often, not that I didn't have one then, but now I look at it often. When I am home my dogs greet me at the door, I stop into the front room to say "hello," to my kids and I look about for my wife.
