Family and Friends

Clinton, in a strange way, feels like home.
Not because I grew up here, or ever lived here, but because the relatives here, all through marriage, treat me like family. I am always welcomed into their hearts and homes, with love and generosity, in a manner to which I am unaccustomed.

Went to pay my respects to my (step) mother, Donna, who was laid to rest here in 2002. I will always remember her loving heart, and her hearty laugh. She never treated me in any way other than her own son. Most of her family are here, and they are good people.

The rain looks like it may continue until Monday. Then it looks like five sequential sunny days after that. So I will be visiting with folks over the weekend while it rains, and Monday I will likely aim for Saint Louis, Mo.