Yesterday, i once again was looking for something i had misplaced and forgotten where. Such has become a daily tradition around here, sometimes more than once a day. It’s so often, i no longer cuss when it happens.

Okay, okay, sometimes i still let the sailor talk rip.

This time it was different. i looked in the usual places, considered where i had been, and found it on the coffee table in the living room.

As i reached for it, a voice came into my head that said, “Right where it has always been.”

That is something my mother, former wife, and current wife would say to me. They have engrained it into my brain. They didn’t even have to say it.

There’s stuff going on. i will not elaborate other than note getting old can take a toll on productivity, something that has been a major drive for me.

So, i’ll just share a few wonderful memories:

The lady, dressed in my Booze Brother’s hat, and the goofy guy recalling a life long ago at a 1987-88 Halloween Party, laying it down.

The incredible Bacall, sister of Bogart who leftt us too soon: our first cats, even before we were married:

Long ago and far away in a little Tennessee town, now overgrown with progress and people, i’m guessing 1949: Daddy and i, mostly Daddy, making a snowman in our backyard. That’s our garage in the background.

Douglas and Daisy Lawrence, family friends that were more like family, visiting from Florida during the WAR.

Sometimes, memories are enough.