Where did this year go?
I wonder that as it slips into the darkening drapes of early November, into the deep shadows behind the garage.
I mean, where did the year go?
The lovely and patient older daughter was getting sentimental the other day about the quick passage of time. Her young daughter, Cakes, had just learned to tie her own pony tail.
Sentimentality runs deep in our family, like ginger hair and choppy backswings.
