I recently spent some time with my 97-year-old mother-in-law. It was our first visit since COVID rearranged everyone's travel plan. At her age, she's assumed her rightful place as the Grand Dame of my wife's family. She is also a good touchstone for all the social, political, and cultural changes going on. Her eyesight is not good, so I try to read to her on each visit. It is always well received and much appreciated. This time, after a brief session, we were chatting and I happened to mention that I recently looked up the house I grew up in on Google maps. From there I found a real estate listing and was able to see some of the sales histories since my sister and I sold the place after my father's death. I was bemoaning the fact that there were no interior pictures but I could see that the front lawn and our big silver maple tree were gone replaced by concrete. My father's beloved redwood on the front side had been paint...
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.