What a foggy morning. Nice temps though. I could not see the Lake and almost every ware you looked was dense with fog. The walkers have to wait this morning. For some reason my Memory Bank came to mind. It is full, but the fog has seeped in and covered some of my memories. How sad, when I can only remember parts of each one. For instance my first train trip, when I went to visit one of my favorite Aunts in N. C.---- 12 or 13 (can't remember the age), see what I mean. I remember parts of that wonderful first experience -- but alas not all. Kind of like fog. The sun is out now and the fog it's self is going away. I can again see the Lake, like my memory, it is still there, just hard to see.
BETTY BOOP
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