. . . is probably what I'll be for the next ten days or so. I'm going up to the uncivilized wilds of Northern Michigan where there is no cell phone reception, no internet cafes, no decent dial-up, no buses, no bagels, no . . . you get the idea. There is, however, Vernor's, which I will endeavor to make the most of while I'm there. Sadly, it will not even be spring at that latitude. There's still snow on the ground. Before I go, a shout-out to Peri, whose dad is in the hospital with scary heart problems. Hang in there, sweetie. Strength comes from unexpected places.
I delivered a eulogy for my Dad in 1997, but yours beats it by a country mile. What a terrific tribute, Ann. Glad you're back, safe and sound. My Mom is writing me about the freak snowstorm; here, of course, it's in the 80s and lovely as ever. Gloat gloat gloat
love Rob
Posted by: Rob | April 25, 2005 at 06:19 PM