Woo hoo, it’s October!
I love this time of year. Today’s cobalt sky, the nip in the air, the sudden realization that hey–our neighbor’s tree is red (!), all conspired to make me remember our courting days in Morehead. I’d be walking along the one-way main campus drag, down the slope to the art building, and there would be in the line of slow-moving vehicles a red Camaro driven by a non-bearded, sandy blond Greg!
“Jump in, let’s go grab lunch at Richard’s.” That was a restaurant. Best vegetable soup and grilled cheese, and student priced. Mmm, I can feel my arteries closing as I remember.
Zach buzzed Greg’s head on Sunday, since the inevitable has been occurring. Last night, he caught a glimpse of himself in the
motel bathroom mirror, and thought some old skin head had broken into his room. Second chemo is on Friday, so we’re burrowing in this weekend with NetFlix and a pot of chili.
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