I haven't written in twenty days. Not that I haven't thought of writing. Thanksgiving was in there and the birth of my first grandson, Sebastian.
I was driving through the farmland of Pennsylvania when I heard he made his way into the world. Sebastian! November 22, 2010 at 3:19 am. Five pounds 12 oz and nineteen inches.
I thought of my sister and how she would have been thrilled to hear that news. She loved babies like no other person I have known.
I drove up to see him in Portland Maine. It was a drizzly, foggy day, but still a nice drive. It's always a surreal feeling driving into Maine. I was never content or happy when I lived there. Every time I cross the border I feel like I have returned home. It never felt like home when I was there. Perhaps because I lived there for so long, so many memories are there.
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