well, if you ask me …

It’s interesting the things that remind me of Dad. On our way to my brother’s for Thanksgiving, we drove througth one of the most dangerous highway interchanges in the country; and it reminded me of Dad. I remember clipping an article from the paper about the proposed reconstruction project. I brought it to Dad’s on a visit once and we talked about how dangerous this place really was and how this plan looked like it would help, etc. Actually, I’m disappointed he didn’t get to see the project finished. Is that wierd?