Here is the Old Folk's Home, at which we arrived today. This trip is prompted by Lillian's funeral, about which I'll have more to say later. Anita, a staff member of the OFH, cleaned my apartment while I was gone so it sparkles. This feels like home, as does The Little House on The Prairie when I am there. Homes are where the heart is.
Takk for alt,
Al
The house in which I grew up.
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