The memory that travels with me

As I crossed the Hudson an hour ago, I looked down at the river to the right, to the left, and back to the right again. Then I looked in my rear view mirror, remembering Chuch Harris sitting in my back seat, looking right then left then right in gleeful joy every single tme we crossed the Mississippi when he and Sue visited Minneapolis in 1989.

I've driven well over a quarter million miles in the years since. Every single time I cross a major river, I look right then left then right, remembering. Chuch's love of rivers, his excited exclamations when crossing one of the "big ones" -- a river he'd long been fascinated by without ever expecting to actually see it, his glee Every Single Time we crossed the Mighty Missippi -- brings constant and continued joy all these years and miles later.

I'll look right then left and right again as I cross the Connecticut River a few miles from now. But first it's back into and through the clouds sitting low in the Berkshires.so pretty, especially when the thin a bit as they soon most likely will.

Here's to safe journeys and lifelong memories of love and joy.