We're (not) on our way

- - to Apalachicola, F L A. Okay, I don't get it. Not a superstitious person, I don't believe in "signs." Well, I don't think so. "I AM speaking to you, Tom Weller," was ages ago, it'll be what?, forty-one years month after next, February 13th, it would have been Pop's hundred-twelfth birthday.

Pop, my grandfather Weller, who sometimes told me stories, including about the first girl he kissed. Visiting his older brother Reginald that winter in WIsconsin, Pop would have been sixteen, so, stopping the horse and sleigh in the snow a Sunday afternoon in 1888, in - - I was sure it was Stevens Point, but not so - - it was either Eau Claire or Waukesha, I had to Google the possibilities:

WELLER, REGINALD HEBER, JR.: Protestant Episcopal bishop coadjutor of Fond du Lao; b. at Jefferson City, Mo., Nov. 6, 1857. He was educated at the University of the South, Sewanee, Tenn. (1875-77), and at Naahotah House (graduated 1884). He was ordered deacon in 1880 and priested in 1884, and was rector of Christ Church, Eau Claire, Wis. (1884-88), St. Matthias, Waukesha, Wis. (1888-1890), and the Church of the Intercession, Stevens Point, Wis. (1890-1900). In 1900 he was consecrated bishop coadjutor of Fond du Lao, Wis. and became diocesan bishop in 1912.

Wandering again.

But the signs, eh?

Are we not meant to go to Apalachicola for Linda's annual shopping visit to River Lily and the Consul? The refrigerator going bad on us, what?, Friday?, so we couldn't go Saturday. The collapse of its freezer compartment on Monday? so we couldn't go Tuesday. The television going bad last evening and a service technician now scheduled for Tuesday. Appointments for Wednesday, Thursday? I don't believe in that nonsense, do you?, but when all the signs keep popping up, there's no justification for being stupid, eh? The man refusing to be rescued from the rooftop because "God will save e," then drowning in the flood after God sent two boats and a helicopter to evacuate him from the rooftop, nomesane? Is there a highway accident predestined to happen if we go anyway?

And no more trips to Tyndall, where road construction has created an incredible nightmare.

But, so, maybe PCB to Carousel? Back Beach Road construction is scary, so stay on Front Beach Road, eh? But no, the WOW technician is supposed to come today. Haircut tomorrow, commitment for Thursday.

What's the buzz, tell me what's happening.

An age comes along when one needs to stop and pay attention.

Nomesane?

T fer