Repressed memories anyone?

Walt, would you please move to Montana and be my neighbor? I'll bring you baked goods everyday and you can be our adopted grandpa for our kids.

 

I will take the next plane to Montana.
I'd love to be your neighbor and get in on the baked goods and be grandpa to your kids.

I really appreciate the invitation.

I inherited my mother's love of mountains (she was born in an Alpine village in Austria
that I visited while in the army in Germany years ago). I am a big city boy
but a country-mountain boy by heart.

I bet you see a skyful of stars in Montana. I grew up in Chicago and never saw
a star-filled sky until I went on a wilderness canoe trip in Minnesota-Canada with
a friend years ago. I was amazed how many stars there are.

If people who hate each other would only look up and see how Earth is just a
speck in the universe, maybe everyone would get along better and
realize we are all kindred spirits. Like we are.

 

The stars are pretty amazing here…thought the dumb billboard across the road brings light pollution. We are right at the base of the Continental Divide so it is nice being close to the mountains.

I totally agree with your revelation…we're all in this together! We are truly one.

Call me when your flight gets in. We'll all be there with open hearts.

 

I already feels the hugs. I'm bringing Annie, okay?

 

Of course! Wouldn't have it any other way! Annie, too, will be an honored guest!