I was driving my Father to radiation treatment.
It was a sunny, warm October day, 1992.
I can still hear his voice.
My Father was a full use person.
I found his little pencils, sharpened with a pocket knife.
My husband brought me a maple leaf.
He saw it on the ground while he was mowing.
There are lots of leaves on the ground now.
My Father would have enjoyed the digital age.
He would have enjoyed Corner.
He would have been 85 years old today.