I saw it this morning–the sky ablaze with the beginnings of a fresh, new day–but not to worry. I had a good night’s sleep, and I’m over the jet lag. As many of you know, getting up very early is normal behavior for me. Journal time. Quiet time with the dogs. And coffee! Lots and LOTS of coffee.

Yesterday I did what I call a line-by-line rewrite on the new book, “Dylan”. Covered the first half, anyway. Today, I will do the other half. This just means I read through the story, watching for typos, inconsistencies, etc., and changing them.

Yesterday, I drove to Grand Coulee, Washington, to attend the annual Memorial Day flag ceremony at the local cemetery, along with a significant number of family members, including my stepmother, Edith Lael, aunts Donna and Wanna, brother Jerry and wife Anna, and their children, Jerome, Chyanne and Sydney, my sister Sally (she of the London/Paris jaunt) and her husband, Jim. Other friends and family members were there, too.

Arriving at the cemetery, we were greeted with the stirring sight of hundreds of flags, waving brilliantly against a deep blue sky. Each one represents a veteran, and there were a few