Not from this week, but from a week in 1977, with the present self looking on. Here's to the man who should do no such heavy lifting for the next week or so.
My parting nod to Arkansas. This from a gathering of Civil War reenactors that J and I stumbled upon on our drive out of Little Rock last Saturday. It's been both thrilling and gut-wrenching to consider you, Miss Arkansas. But this time the bluegrass state wins out. Berea, Kentucky, here I come.
{This moment}: When I'm getting better, getting grounded, getting calmer, I start to see more and see better. I think these are weeping cherries and if not, they're just two of the most beautiful trees around.