So far it is a quiet start to one my favorite mornings of the week. Have read the Times and Post news summaries. Waiting for the activity here to ramp up. Have been thinking of new material for my memoir.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of father I have been. I know I'm very close to my kids and that they love me, but I'm sure I could have been much, much better.
I suppose we all feel the same way.
Because I am deeply into my memoir, my mind keeps moving through the past, incident by incident, face by face.
It's occurred to me recently that I want to interview some of the keY figures for this book. After all, everyone's memory is unique.
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