It seemed like Christmas started way too early but now it’s already gone. The day itself was dreamy. We zoomed with friends in Hawaii while we looked out at the snow. My brother and his wife came up from New Jersey a few day early and the four us went out to Holy Sepulchre and found my parents. It was near dark when we got there. Peggi and I were in the back seat, it was snowing and the roads had not been plowed. I jumped out at one point and ran up a hill just to determine where we were. We parked near the pond and all four of us got out. I started feeling around with my feet and found a stone, “Fred somebody.” I moved to my left and struck gold on the fourth stone. My parents would have gotten a kick out of our adventure. It wasn’t til we got back home that I realized it had been ten years since my father passed.
Amy, my brother’s wife, reminded me that it was the same four of us who rented a boat in Maine and got lost near dark. We had a paper map with us and thought we might be offshore of one of the islands. We spotted someone on shore and yelled, “What island is this.” They couldn’t make out what we were shouting so we kept trying. Finally, the person on shore yelled back, “This is not an island.”
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