On Saturday, I went to visit my parents who are in their eighties and my brother who has Down’s Syndrome.
It was a beautiful day, full of sunshine and hints of the coming of Spring. We had a delicious lunch at a local Irish pub and some good solid conversation and then it was time for me to “toddle on home,” as my great friend Ellen would say.
I stopped at the gas station near my parent’s house because I like to take advantage of the cheaper gas prices in Rockville, Maryland. There were no other cars in the gas … Read More
