Sunday, October 15, 2017
I used to water this tree when it was just a sapling and was tied to the ground with ropes. I would take a pitcher of water from the kitchen over to it across the street after Mr. Murray, who lived there and planted it, died.
He would happy with it. It's a big, healthy, lovely tree. Best guess, it's about 35 years old.
Monday, September 25, 2017
Eighty miles outside of Indianapolis on my way back to Cincinnati from Marion, I stop nearly every Sunday at this Starbucks in Shelbyville for a venti black iced-tea. It gives me something to look forward to and powers me through the rest of the drive.
Every time I'm there, I wonder if I'll run into anyone I used to know. I won't, but it's nice to think I might.