Rob. The Song and Tunes Get Lost. Like Time, Associations.

    I had it pretty well Sunday morning.

    But then the words, the tunes, some of the ideas and sentiments, got diffused and dissipated.

    Can I or someone capture them again?

    I saw the sun on the windows at church, thinking of Rob and the shooting range, and I teared up and cried.

    A big part of my Sunday experience in the last twenty years has been mixing soldier time, God, and the things of the range and the trucks and the orders.

    Cleaning, too.

    Thanks, Micah.

    I liked your suit.