Rode over to Watertown in the late afternoon to look in on my son Sam, his wife Jess, and their daughter--my granddaughter--Ida. All are well, and Ida is running around naming everything she sees; she appears to have bipedal locomotion licked, as a walk to the park demonstrated.
I rode home as night fell, and was greeted by a possum on the back fence after I put away the bike. Well, hello Pogo! Any gossip from Fort Mudge?
Just another reminder that East Arlington resembles Eden a little more every day, wildlife everywhere you look.
rod