Action: Run to Great Purpose
Dad and I lay low yesterday. Our trip to Greenwood pretty much wiped him out, though he’s adamant about the fact that it was not his last hurrah. To prove it, he set up another appointment for lunch today. “It’ll be a very important visit, Son,” he told me.
We spent part of our day yesterday in the basement together, working on some final track hookup. Dad mostly watched, though he did touch up a few buildings with paint. We turned the whole system on and ran our trains. For a little while, time stood still—Dad and his boy just played with trains. I’ll cherish this memory.
We also talked.
“What’s up with Anna?” he ...