
I was thinking the other day about Mom, which is strange but not strange, because Mom left us about twelve years ago, but Mom is still with us, so strange to think about her and yet not so.
I don’t know who reads my stuff, but I suspect a whole lot of you are younger than I am, which is what happens when simple math and demographics and all that conspire to remind me that I’m about 75% through the journey, do what I may to postpone the inevitable.
So, younger than me, you may either be (1)...
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