There's No Place Like Home

On our next-to -last day out, we drove through "Dorothy country" and hence the title is appropriate on more than one level.
We arrived home from a wonderful vacation experience. Who am I kidding? We are always on vacation! This particular trip encompassed six days on the road and a seven-day visit with my sister and her husband in Colorado Springs.

I had the privilege of spending part of a morning with my old friend, WJ Brown. This gentleman is a friend from the time I was a boy. He is a few years older than I and someone I have always admired. He has never disappointed me, for he is a gentleman of true Christian character.

Serendipity lent a twist to the vacation that I had not anticipated. One evening while at Vee's house, a neighbor hand delivered an invitation to an open house to be held a week or so later. I glanced at the name on the card, which was lying on a counter, and recognized the man's name as that of a fellow inmate student at Colorado Springs High School nigh onto sixty years ago, a person I had not seen nor heard from since graduation. I called him. It was my classmate. He invited me to meet with him and a group of fellow-alumni who get together about once a month. I accepted the invitation, and on Wednesday evening he and his wife took me to the party. What fun! I reconnected with several guys whom I remembered and met a few I did not remember. (It was a large school, 422 in our graduating class.) Thanks Fred and Mary Jane.

Back to the theme: No place like home. As it turns out, I was not well during a large part of the trip, but convinced each moment that I would be better the next. Now that I am home, I am so glad, for my physician's office is just a short distance away, and I feel much worse.

(I hate to be a drag, introducing such a downer into the conversation, but veritas vincit.