This morning as I look out the kitchen window while cooking bacon, eggs and tortillas, snow is falling here in Oklahoma City … in April. That’s rare and comforting, and it takes my mind back nearly three decades to 1994.
My three-year-old granddaughter, who was just adopted into our clan, had her first full-family birthday party in isolation. These are strange days. Time to up my Poppa game for this latest challenge to being an involved granddad.