Thank you, lovely version.

I never made to one of the vigils, much as I’d like to. A few reunions, I did go to the memorials there for everyone we’ve lost over the years. Well, this is a lovely good morning! I have to shoo myself to a workshop now. If you want to chat this week, you have my number, I think. If not, dm.

I know there is a good group of us working on making it the Simon’s Rock Village. Jon is a leader in it, if you talk with Katy, to find out more and get on that email list.

You are a beacon of light in the hardest things, Rima.

Pillsbury crescent rolls, last seen at a 1970s harried single mom’s weeknight dinner prep, still overcooked and good to bounce off brother’s head.

Love to you, too. Hope you are taking good care of yourself and enjoying things outside of the news cycle. 💜

I’m so glad so much of my teen to early adult years are barely photographed. I preferred being behind the lens.

Yes, very good reason to go. My mother played piano with a similar ferocity, having grown up with his and other blues and boogie players’ music.