
June 29, 2016 It’s a cliché but it is the simplest things that give us the greatest pleasure in life. I was thinking about this the other night as I was sitting on our little handcrafted patio (oddly, I'm a far too infrequent visitor there) on a lovely, early summer evening. It seems that often when I am sent back in time by some memory or other it’s with a little melancholy or sadness at moments lost; watching them disappear in the rear view mirror, never to be seen again. Not on this night! The evening sunlight hits the trees just so (dappling?) and the breeze is rustling through them like the hair on a baby’s head. All this and a martini too - ahhhh. But that’s not all. I think a big part of the overall sense of contentment (or at least not my usual creeping cynicism) that I enjoyed was the background sounds of the neighborhood kids enjoying this same evening the way kids should – but don’t always do anymore. Did I mention that we have a LOT of young ...