Fifty

Peggy,

    Words come slowly to me, like most things. But I constantly tell my self how much I love words. Not so passionately, at least not like for her; I know, not the same. When I am searching for a word, the process is usually a mountain climbing effort. Welll...I surprise myself a lot of times, though. Give me specifics and I'm more than happy to make the trek. And I do have a couple of synonyms finder books that I resort to every now and then. 

    Yeah, our reliance on cars... Don't get me started, there are such better ways to get from here to there that don't involve people dying (or nearly dying) in crashes. I know nearly everyone gets in one or more in their lifetimes. That wasn't a comfort.

    I am happy to hear about Martha. She was always so nice to me. When you were occupied, and we were in a corner separated from everyone, we had some wonderful conversations about life, love, books, and the universe. She was (is?) a very clear young person. 

    I had a friend after high school who wanted desperately to be a pilot, and we spent a fair amount of time in airports. Well, the old DIA, anyway.

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