I’m back in town, and regular blogging will resume tomorrow.
Spent the five days before Christmas back in St. Louis making arrangements for the funeral of Preston M. Green, my grandfather. I’d never had to make those kinds of decisions before, and I hope I never have to again — but I know better.
His death was sudden and unexpected — but not tragic. He lived a good life, and he lived it well. Maybe I’ll have more to say about him later, but not yet. Not today.
The good part was, I got to see some old family friends for the first time in years. Ira Gansler, Caron Shore, Al & Mary Baker, and too many others to list. Ira insisted Melissa and I come see him and his family next summer on the beach in Delaware. That was an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some after-Christmas sales to take advantage of. See you Monday.