Last night, Lathen and I had margaritas with my brother, Luke, at Mazatlan (they have the best margaritas and the best service). Luke is perhaps the most influential man in my life since my dad died, so it was so very nice to be sitting there with him and Lathen. I've often wondered what Luke does to cope with dad's death and I think now I've figured it out. You see, Luke has a ton of my dad's belongings from long ago. He has all of his hunting, trapping and fishing licenses, some of them dating back to 1963. He has sale bills from both auctions (wasn't I just talking about that?), and some of the memories he has are astounding. Being a girl, I remember different things, like how strong and kind he was, as well as his really bad temper, but Luke remembers how dad worked and the little things he did throughout his life that I never even knew about or maybe just wasn't interested in. Lathen has the same memories of his uncle that he shared with us, also. It was a very nice night. absorb. Too bad my allergies had to kick in about 10:00. I swear I couldn't even keep my itchy eyes open on the drive home - and that headache, wow! I guess that's what you get when you have allergies and a cold and a margarita in July... in Nebraska.