We just got back from an impromptu 4th BBQ at the neighbors. It was a spontaneous invite and nice visit with some neighbors who understand pets, being out of work, family issues, being artsy but not an artist and being so much of a lefty that you feel bad about calling the fascists out. You know, PLU.

Your story moved me, but did not surprise me. I knew you had to get your character from someone and a military father probably did not present that opportunity.

Surely, you don’t imagine where you live diminishes you – unless one becomes rich by deception, that is not the case. There are many who have no place to live, some due to circumstances of declining mental abilities. Hopefully, there will be enough of us old codgers around to take care of each other, by just the power of the vote – if nothing else. Altho I thing the volunteer community is the place to hook up. There is a community all around of us and you are about to find yourself in the middle of a lot more community – based on the proximity of your neighbors. You’ll gravitate to the best and, with any luck at all, handle the rest of the lot ( or D cabin, as I like to call them).

I know this is scary. But, and I roughly quote;”Fear is the mind killer. It is the little death that leads to annihilation. I shall let the fear pass thru me and become my past and not of my future”.

You see a whole new world, try not to prejudge it. Try to gaze forward with your mother’s eyes.

You know Martin & I love you and wish for your life to become what want it to be. Now you have the independence to do it. Happy Fourth!!!!

(I hope this makes sense; I just smoked a BIG bowl of pot before I picked up the ‘puter.