As soon as I opened the mailbox on May 15 and held the package from my brother, the date sounded familiar. May 15. May 15. Then it came to me from the dark corner of my brain. My brother had remembered the anniversary of our bicycle trip across the USA.So many years prior I had sent him cards celebrating the event. This year, he had remembered and sent not only a card, but also a cd with jpegs he had scanned of his slide collection from the trip.
It has been wonderful looking through those photos and remembering those days we shared. Thank you, brother.
