My father recently told me about a time he was in San Antonio for work and went to some botanical gardens on the edge of town to relax between meetings. He wasn’t paying attention to the time and the gardens closed and he had to scale a wall to get out and then jog two miles before he could find a
Cab. He barely made it to his 7:00 meeting. I so admire this about
My father–although it was exasperating when I was a child. He has the energy and the will to squeeze in visits to beautiful places wherever he goes, even when it is completely impractical to do so. It’s very sweet slugabed. Well, I’ve been out of town for the past six days, across the country from Washington dc, and we did our best to follow that spirit of travel, as much as we could with three children and my 85 year old father in law in tow. I’m writing this on my iPhone and who knows what the auto spell check has been inserting onto this post, so more when I get back, probably more than you ever thought you wanted to know about Kennewick and pasco, Washington.