I don't remember much about Hope, but I remember being with my Father. The trip was good. That trip to Hope and then the trip from Glenwood to Live Oak, California, probably imprinted on me the importance of trips... of traveling. I've been doing a lot of it during my lifetime. I realize now how important details are. Traveling and doing the schooling and the jobs and having a family and having friends and having to be good enough at something that I would be trusted and hired to do important jobs at important places... all these things taught me the importance of details. I'm not going to go into it now because I don't want to spoil my day or my readers' day, but something that is terribly wrong with the present administration in the White House is that it seems to be as ignorant as I was as a twelve year old child about the importance of details.
Oh, about the watermelon in the pictures. Margaret bought it today at the grocery store... It came from Mexico.