I put up a new photo gallery here. It’s actually something that Lesa put together and mailed to me recently. Some of the pictures are ones that I took and have sent to herr over the years. But has I look over all of the pictures, especially the ones that I am in, I look at my smiling face and wonder if I was really happy when the picture was taken, or was I just putting on a face for the camera. It’s sad too because most of the pictures, I hardly remember. It’s like there is a fog covering my brain when it comes to these memories.
A 40-something rediscovering life in California