A sad anniversary today. Thirty-seven years ago, in 1988, November 13 was a Sunday. Harry and I were driving home from Galena, Illinois, where we had been fox hunting. I was a professional huntsman in those long ago days. Unknown to us, as we were driving south to Missouri, my friend Ann Miller Roth and her husband, Jerry, were killed instantly in Florida that evening in a dreadful automobile accident. I learned of it on Thursday, I think. My life has felt Ann’s absence ever since. Now that I am old, I often muse about Ann and Jack always being young in memories, and departing together, albeit early. And now, on we go… carrying fewer memories than we had hoped for.
Well, from that gloomy reminiscence let’s focus on yesterday, which was a glorious Fall day. My brother, Michael, came for a visit, which gladdened us immensely. We had a nice visit, a meager lunch, and Michael and I took a postprandial walk through the woods, shin deep in dry leaves. It was great fun.
On our walk, I took a picture of the new electric lines that have gone up (and I do mean UP) to our south. A data center is likely coming to our county. More electricity is called for, and a dreaded use of water, apparently, which is worrisome, as we continue with drought conditions here.
Yesterday evening, there was a chance of another view of the Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis), but we only had a faint glimpse, not the wild red glow from Tuesday.
There is much to celebrate here, of course. The witch hazel is positively luminous this year.
And the animals, wild and tame, are treasures.
Too many pictures tonight, perhaps, with not much news. Better times will come, and this evening provided a beautiful sunset…
Be safe, be well, laugh often. Be grateful and kind. Slava Ukraini! Peace…
Galloping Through 
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