Sunday, August 21, 2022

Jar of Goodness 8.21.22: August 1993

. . . The weekly virtual “gratitude jar.”

This week, I’m expressing thanks for August 1993.

That’s when Sue threw caution to the wind, got on a plane, and flew to Helena, Montana, for a vacation. And to visit me. And we’ve never truly been apart since then.

Each August, when the Perseids fly and we start getting a few cool breezes, I think about how in Helena the blanket flowers are having their heyday, the Archie Bray is having their annual Brickyard Bash, we’re quaffing Full Sail Golden Ales at Bert and Ernies and enjoying veggie sandwiches at the Old Windbag, and there’s someplace to go hiking among pine trees. Life was fine on South Raleigh. May we all recognize that today’s fine times are no less golden.

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