Remember to Drink Water Lynne Schmidt I’m sad to say I can’t remember the first time I met him. I’m possibly more saddened to admit I was disappointed the second time I met him. But by the end of the second time, I can say I was sad to see him go. So the third time I knew I’d see him, I sit in a summer camping chair under a screened canopy and watch the road like a lover waiting […] Continue Reading
