Yesterday I was cloistered in a conference all afternoon. It was rainy and cold so I didn't mind. At 6 p.m. when I was released from my work duties, I walked across the parking lot amazed to find the world bathed in sun and warmish temps. I raced home to see if I could salvage enough daylight to have a relaxing conversation with my husband on our deck. It was there we dissected our days, which took like two seconds because there was no particularly exciting drama to discuss. He pointed out our crab apple tree which is about to blossom and I noticed the blush of spring buds covering a certain section of a ridge below. He lit his daily cigar while I scooched my chair up wind from him and we sat together in comfortable silence.
BTW, my husband is giving up his daily cigar. The habit just became too costly.
And times are tough but not so bad for Glemie Dean Beasely of Detroit. Yes sir, he's making the most of what Detroit now offers.