Jan. 29, 2018

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Here I go off the wildflower reservation again.  For many, many years my Christmas stocking was stocked with razor blades from my in-laws.  Ruth and Bob have now been gone for many years.  Only yesterday did I finally buy more blades.  I’m sure they never expected their small act of thoughtfulness to only now die out.  Neither did I.  I hope I thanked them enough.  Sometimes small acts make memories that echo forever.