The tide rises and the tide falls, as the poet said, and those pages on the calendar just keep on turning. Some weeks feel like years and some years feel like months and some days, well, these are interesting times, aren’t they. Big things are happening or at least it feels that way. Not sure how things are going to wash out, but there is definitely change in the air, whether it’s for good or for ill, we will have to see. It is strange, but as we watch the once unimaginable become commonplace, ordinary life goes on in so many small ways. Kids still play football on Friday nights, the cats still need to be fed and we come together to celebrate the small joys that make up a lifetime. The tide rises and the tide falls, indeed, and we persist. So, in the spirit of hope for tomorrow and a fond remembrance for our past, won’t you join me now as we stand and make, Temptation at -77°.
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