On last night's 5 mile stroll, I just happened to walk by "our house". The old man living there now was in his garage. He was just standing there with his hands on his hips, looking around. I wondered if his mind was full of the fond memories he has spent there in that house or if he was just thinking, "what the hell am I going to do with all this junk?" I prefer to think that he was fondly remembering days long past, maybe memories of special moments spent with his wife and the raising of his kids. We want the good vibes to linger . . . absorb.