"What a gift we have in time. Gives us children, makes us wine. Tells us what to take or leave behind. And the gifts of growing old are the stories to be told of the feelings more precious than gold. Friends I will remember you, think of you and pray for you. And when another day is through, I'll still be friends with you." The words of the late John Denver
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
We made our own camping areas that Friday night in Tribune. Grahame slept in the back of the pick up. I set up "Camp Miller" right next to the merry-go-round on the grade school playground.
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