somewhere

Seaboard Valparaiso 524x91 arriving after dark last evening as I talked with son Joe. Linda snapped the photo of SeaValP with her tug standing by just ahead of her, Courtney Point and BayPoint in the background. 

Valparaiso always brings to my mind, the name does, that in their unsettled grief after Alfred’s death, my grandparents and children moved from StAndrews to Ocilla Georgia where Pop owned the Ford agency and garage for some years; then down to — I never can remember whether it was Lakeland or LakeCity — where Pop tried developing real estate; then back to the Florida Panhandle where he resumed being in the fish business in Valparaiso; before they moved back to Pensacola where they had lived when Alfred was a little boy and where my mother and father met as neighbors in EastHill and students at Pensacola High School and my own Being became possibility.

Anyway, there my imagination goes off into the ether. 

Early this lovely Wednesday morning, and it’s raining somewhere, isn’t it.

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