Home Again

Five hundred miles later, we are home. It’s not a bad drive, but it sure does sap the energy from me. We were supposed to have storms all the way up from the mountain, but didn’t really see any rain until we got within an hour of St. Louis. I guess Spring is here.

I spent most of the trip listening to old music, and musing on events encountered during our journey.

I thought of Roaul, and the impact he’s had on my life. Between him, dad and Larry Buhrman, I was inspired to become an amateur astronomer, ham radio licensee, and a computer junkie. I owe so much to the memory of three men who probably never heard me tell them how they’d influenced my life.

I thought of Kevin, and his freelancing adventure. I truly am a little envious of the freedom he has to pursue his tasks and career however he pleases. He’s fortunate, and seems to be full of luck, as he always seems to fall into some of the greatest situations. He has a couple of those right now, and I wish him the best. I just don’t have the gumption to go out and make a go of it solo — I’m just too tied to corporate teat. Love those benefits, and the regular paycheck. Of course, Kevin doesn’t have some of the same financial obligations I have, and that makes the consulting gig much more manageable for him, and out of reach for me.

I did a lot of thinking about The Project. Given the box of photos I received from Grandma during the trip — along with another box of photos and documentation on the way — I’ve got to get myself in gear and get the JAlbum code written for the skins for The Project. There’s too many folks I need to get this in front of, and I’m not getting any younger or finding any extra free time. I have, quite literally, thousands upon thousands of source images to scan from mom’s archive, and many hundreds from Grandma’s archive…. there’s a lot of to-do’s associated with all that!