Fall day

Beautiful fall day, which happens in Portland now and again. I'm reminded of the last words my dad said to me, in New Jersey, prior to his flight to Oregon to move closer to his two songs: I'm sure glad I got to see the leaves change before I go. 15 minutes later, he was dead. The story here.

Rain on the way, though. I wish I were home raking leaves. Might not be able to tomorrow.