...and 36 years later...

Spent yesterday at the folks with my sisters and their families, which resulted in a fire and the sporadic memories of growing up (with a nod to the ol' mom and dad that I bet they regret having three kids because we sort of crashed at their house and didn't leave). I can remember the days as a little boy where my mom and dad would sit with their folks talking about the good old days, and now I guess it is our time. Some things will never change at 5388 Amalfi Drive and that is wonderful. It is a place I know we all can call home because it was the base from which we all lept (and continue to return to). May there be years and years more of such times.