Sunday, June 10, 2018

In the car back from Jackson Lake in Wyoming, where we went out on the boat on my first day here, two of my three granddaughters read paperback books. They’re nine and six. They didn’t fight, they didn’t sleep out of boredom, they didn’t holler to the front seat to turn up the radio. It would have been a different ride without those books.

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