Walk with the moon

Tonight after dinner, Tif, Lori and I went out with the dogs on a walk. The moon is big, the valley clear and the air crisp. As we passed the homes in Gilmer Park, we all wondered at who was inside and what they were doing then.

I just got a message from my Uncle Bun's son that his father had died. He was 86, just like Papa. Bain used to send me a lot of emails; I think he enjoyed finding interesting things to post. I have to say, if they weren't funny, they were patriotic. That's the way he was.

Bain was the brother of my mom's best friend, Lynn. You remember when we tried to go see Aunt Lynn, but drove endlessly down the coast to Monterey, and ultimately arrived too late. I am planning to go see her soon. I hope.

I tried looking for something about Uncle Bun on the web, but immediately found his nephew - also Bain - in a blog. This Bain is "Biff" and has always been - in my memory - an incredibly gifted pianist. I also remember he was pretty good at card tricks, too!

Anyway, I thought you'd enjoy looking at his site and maybe even downloading some of his music. He's almost family, you know:
http://biffsmith.blogspot.com/

Somewhere in one of these houses someone is playing the piano; someone is listening to music. I can still hear you playing in my head.