Funny how the details slip away, though for years they seem to be part of a life's wallpaper.
|Keys to my safety deposit box, Cathy's house in the city, and Scott's little house down the road.|
|Where did it come from? Who brought it back from their travels?|
Just one of those things that happens!
Like getting grumpier as you get older, Dad said tonight when we spoke on the phone.
"I hope not!" I said, and we had a little chuckle.