Down the shore

Ken (the older brother) went to the Eastern shore with me
today. Oddly enough, it seems we were virtually the only
ones there (besides some French folks: Seb knows what I
mean!), which was even stranger. They spoke nice crisp,
clean French, just like you Seb!

Ana-way, we were the only ones in the Bridge Restaurant.
The Oxford-Bellevue Ferry is not running. Every store in
St. Michaels was 50% off. It was sort of surreal. Even the
merchants were saying that it was beyond odd that no one
was in the area. The one store offered me a much greater
discount for cash. Mr. Owner said it was "beyond bad" as
far as business right now. Odd, n'est pas??

Frank just called me. Odd how someone I worked with
(past tense) is so nice to me. Makes me feel good that
someone cares. Seems to me that we fail to see the forest
for the trees. Certainly I am guilty of that. Frequently
we only see what we want to, and not what is really there
for us. The decision still awaits it's fate. In my heart I
already know the outcome - yet refuse to acknowledge
the facts involved, or the associated truth. My ONLY
comfort is to know (after being repeatedly told and told
again and again and again) it's not me. In the last week
I've had two folks roll in and give me a bear hug to let
me know they care about me. Thanks folks, it means
sooooo much!

Okay getting late, so I need to scoot.

'abend!