The Last Day of Spring

Perhaps summer will come tomorrow; or perhaps it will just be another lousy day in paradise.

Dorothy is gone. I know I should be sad, and a big part of me is, but there is that part that ...

Total turmoil.

And Brad is gone, too. One of my main faces from the Hood River Bridge Club, one of the few who remember Wayno from his days in the club, has also passed.

But summer is tomorrow.

It will be good.