Today I got some pictures back. I sat in the car, snow piling up outside, and I cried and cried. I was homesick for a place that had never been home. Haroldson homesick. Maybe you can see in these pictures why moving to Seattle has crossed my mind. Peter Bain and I have often talked about how the friends we made at UPS, who we were with for four years (some more, some less), have been the people that also made the deepest impressions on our hearts. There's something about that time in your life, the time when you are creating your own life, deciding who you want to be, there's something important and amazing about that time. Something almost magical. A love that Dave and Erik and Mark especially knew...and it grew to include Evy and me and of course Peter and Doug and Jim and Wayne and Jamie and Steve and many others. Evy and I have often marveled at how that connection has been passed on to our children...in a way that defies reason or explanation. All I can say is that I...
...keep on keepin' on