Yesterday I rode my Harley “down” to my brother’s home between the South River and the West River near Annapolis, Maryland, our home state. Great ride with bright sunshine and little traffic. I kicked the Harley up to sixth gear, engaged the cruise control, put my Chippewa Firefighter boots up on the highway pegs, sat back comfortably against my backrest, and cruised for an hour. Soon enough, I had arrived.
My twin great nephews were having their first birthday party, and I enjoyed sharing their joy (and cake!) with them, their parents, and their grandparents (my brother being the granddad.)
Great “time out” for a Sunday. Back to work today… but joy and smiles from this visit will last a long time.
Life is short: show your family how you love them.
I was reading replies to a “boots on line” post about — once again — what style of boots to wear to attend a wedding in a formal setting. I replied with my usual, “get over it; dress cowboy boots with a suit look fine; no one will notice or pay attention.”
