Archive for September, 2008
Fifty six years ago this morning a young woman in Salt Lake City gave me birth into this world. I called her this morning as I always do on September fourth and thanked her again. She thanked me for being who I am. She has always said that and it seemed sometimes as if no one else saw who that was. Now I have Lee who sees that also.
My mother is old now but her voice sounds the same to me over the telephone from Missouri where she lives between two of my siblings. She has over a hundred living offspring.
I spent my birthday firing the wood burning kiln and listening to McCain. The fire is very nice.