Happy Birthday, Fellow Scorpio! Hope you're hiking heaven's High Sierra and sailing downwind in fair seas. Perhaps you're celebrating with our dear friends Merry Tutten and Bill Freudenburg, and many other ES compadres.
You would be astonished by the warmth and clarity of today, November 7, in Oakland, CA. We haven't had good rain since March, and everything is parched while we've been running around in shorts for months, and unfortunately watching as the world around us either burns or is flooded and blown to pieces. Yes, global warming is real.
But you would probably be pleased by the results of yesterday's Mid-Term Elections. Record turn-out in response to President Trump who actually makes GW Bush look like a reasonable man. We didn't win back the Senate, but looks like we have Congress. Feinstein is still in Senate, Newsom takes the governor's reigns from Jerry Brown.
I think of you and Jean often, especially when I'm outdoors. Luckily we live close to hike in redwood forests or going to the beach, or do both in same day. I will always cherish our time together, and am grateful for everything you taught and shared with me, my dear friend.