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Last week LeAnn and I had the pleasure of attending the high school graduation of our youngest nephew Ethan. He was the last of eight nieces and nephews to walk across the stage and take that next big step on their life journey. Without children of our own, it’s as close as we can get to any sort of parental pride.
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Sunday morning while at church my phone vibrated and like the Pavlov’s dog I’ve become, I had to look. It might be something important, don’t you know. The alert on my screen from Apple News was both dire and dumb: “Antarctica’s ‘Doomsday Glacier’ is melting fast and major cities are in danger. Plus, a big change is coming to HBO’s Max, and more.”
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LeAnn and I recently celebrated an anniversary. Not our wedding day, but the 13th anniversary of the day we moved into our house, and we’re content for it to be the only house we have together this side of forever.
April 30 was the day. It was a crazy busy time: getting married after age 50, selling our two separate houses, moving most of our stuff into storage and ourselves into a small apartment, buying a vacant lot and talking Wilshire friend Steve Conner into jumping into the adventure with us as our builder. In fact, there’s a lot of Wilshire influence here with reclaimed wood floors from Pat Hicks, Barbara Floyd helping us decorate with all our stuff, and David Coleman getting our little plot of land ready for the lawn and gardens we’ve enjoyed working.
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