Time is flying, as you all know. The shadows will be deepening soon and the smell of fall will show up on a late August morning and you will know summer is coming to an end. I have really enjoyed this Summer. Last June I had just arrived and was in a tizzy of activity transforming my house and trying to fill the void that my life had become. Sometime in late August, I think, I made a connection with the Groves High School 50th Class Reunion development team. I knew we had a big one coming up the next year and I wanted to be sure to go to this one. After all, I was desperate to pull together some kind of a life for myself, as my life as I knew it no longer existed. I volunteered to help out a bit with some mailing projects and suddenly I had a connection with people from my High School that I never even connected to in High School. (They were the smart kids, the ones I mocked because I thought that was what I was supposed to do. I don’t know where I got that information, but it seemed valid at the time. Suffice to say, the “smart kids” turned out to really be smart and I grew up enough to be able to appreciate that quality in people.) Anyway, it has been a lovely experience getting to know the team and feel the kindred spirit they all had always had and to allow myself to be a part of it. If it hadn’t been for the warmth of Penny, Russ, Dick and all my fellow mail team partners I would not have been able to do that. Thank you, all. God has blessed me this summer with this special gift. Next week, Tom and I will attend that reunion and I already feel like I belong there. We are connected by a common history. We may have experienced that circumstance from different starting points, but we all had a part to play. I would have preferred a less rebellious part, but, on the other hand, grateful does not begin to express how I feel for the life I was given. So I guess it all turned out.