OK, so now we remember why we love Arizona... our once-every-so-often Red Sox game was cold, wet, and the Sox lost.The day had more significant moments: It began with a painful visit to the cemetery in Tiverton, RI, where half of Katie's ashes are buried right under a grand old oak tree. While there, Liz gave approval on a final design for a grave marker. It all still does not seem possible.
Later, we found Liz' mom a bit livelier than we were expecting. We took her to do some errands and spent the afternoon with her. Liz' cousin Mary joined us for a while to consult, and brought along some chowda and clam cakes. Thanks, Mary.
As we headed to Boston (and were stopped in rush hour traffic heading north near the coast) I reflected on how the Pilgrims, when they saw what is now Boston, wished they had settled there... but things were too far along in Plimouth. I am seeing the names and places with different eyes this time around.
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