Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be. We've just passed 12:30 a.m. in "The City." A current temperature of 38° will drop down to an overnight low of 25°, before the sun rises at 8:04 a.m. As of now, the forecast from the National Weather Service calls for tomorrow's high to be 43 sunny degrees with light winds. Thursday has a prognostication of 48° under sunny skies. Suffice it to say, "I'll take it."

Since we are already into the new day, and even though it is dark outside the Weather Window, I am looking forward to the arrival of spring and baseball. I always promise myself that I won't get too excited about a new season, especially as a long suffering Cubs fan, but I know that I will. Fortunately, I have the Tigers, the Red Sox, and the West Michigan Whitecaps to follow too. That means that I have a chance to be requited by one of the teams.

I was watching television earlier when the southbound train rolled by. The regular EMD GP 38 locomotives, #s 2019 and 2057, were towing a lone box car, three covered hopper cars, 11 of those dreaded black tank cars, and a single gray tanker. I hope to be asleep for the northbound run.

Mary's computer is undergoing service at the moment. She is hoping for a miracle, but that means that any appendage capable of being crossed has been. If the service from her long distance technical department can't solve the problem, a new computer will be required. Her current computer is probably seven years old, and in computer years, that's ancient. When it worked, it was perfect, but right now, it is showing its age.

Speaking of Mary, I realized recently, that each of us has gotten older without noticing it. I have the memories of walking in the rain by our first apartment. I have the memories of Adam growing up and becoming the fine man that he has become. I have my own memories of doing things that I no longer can do and in some cases don't care to do. I was reminded of some of those things as I was through our picture box earlier today.

I found pictures of myself, Mary, and Adam as babies. I found pictures of my mother and father, and pictures of my maternal grandmother, I have no pictures of my paternal grandparents. There are pictures of Mary's grandmother, her mother and father, Adam's grandmother, and Mary's brothers. Adam's cousins are pictured, as is Adam in the arms of his maternal grandmother and great grandmother. There are pictures of my brothers. my schoolmates from long ago, and even pictures of me in my high school band uniform.

We have pictures of vacations long forgotten. I wouldn't have missed the trips, but I wish I could remember more details about them. Adam seems to have the ability to remember the minutest details of some of those trips. Car pictures abound, including a picture of me with my first car. Strangely, I don't have a single picture of my 69 Camaro. Mary's Mustang is there, but not her Fiat, which was the car that brought us together.

I guess what I am saying, is that life becomes a series of pictures in a box and a series of pictures in your mind. There are some pictures that I wish I had, but they were either never taken, or were lost over the years. I wish I had had the foresight to ask my maternal grandmother about my maternal grandfather and also about her parents, but alas, I didn't.

Oh well, I'm getting maudlin, so Id best sign off by saying that the sun will set today at 7:46 p.m. and in between, I hope to get to some of my reading and take some time to play with the girls. Ciao.