Help me ou. I have been buzzed today by a male BlueJay, twice. I live in Ohio

[LeonidPlanck]

14. Conversely, when I first

Moved back from LA to take care of my dad, after his dialysis treatments he’d like to get what he called a “Wendybuger” so we’d stop at the Wendy’s and I’d share a Dave’s Double with him. But dialysis took so damn much out of him that he literally needed to eat and would sleep the rest of the day. But - and here’s the important part - he always wanted to go to the hydropark and watch the ducks and geese while he ate it. I’d always been into birding, I have a lifelist, but there was never anything more fun in any time in my life than hanging-out with my dad, eating a burger, pushing his wheelchair through his favorite park on the Columbia and simply letting him watch ducks. It was peaceful for him and a memory I’ll never forget.

I miss the Wendyburgers and days at the park wheeling him around. It was hard, but it made him SO happy! He had his favorite spots to hang-out, just up off the river, out of the way, he’d tell me stories of his childhood and fishing and arrowhead hunting. I hope I was a good son.

Thanks for the memory. I may or may not be crying right now.