Bruises, Randomness, Art
Things have been busy. My great-great aunt Louise died earlier this week. She was 95. Her husband, my great-great uncle died in 1964 so I never knew him. The graveside service was interesting. It was pouring rain and we were huddled under a leaking tent, but the minister who spoke was straight out of a movie, an old-fashioned country minister, with a great voice and calling us "ya'll." So I have a ...