Reading this over, it seems a bit sad that’s all there is to it! A quiet life. There’s more, of course, but I’m not exactly sure how, and the vision makes writing such a chore (and writing was always a chore for me). Would it not be much easier if we talked on the phone? Would you mind? I also had a thought, and perhaps you would think it mad as well, but I had the thought you could visit. Perhaps together the boys and I could impart some of the past to you.
