It was not an evening of saying goodbye but rather an evening of planning our next event at the wee little house in the woods...

Transitions.  It is said that you can never run away from yourself.  Yet, sometimes, great distance does give you perspective that you would not have had if you had stayed in the same place.  Thirty-five years ago this coming Memorial Day weekend, I moved to San Francisco.  It has been a fun-filled rollicking ride...I've never regretted for a moment the decision to move to this wonderful place.

Now, however, I am in a different time in my life.  As the final two weeks of working wind down and I approach retiring from the day to day grind of corporate America, I find myself looking at transition once again.  The transition will entail a new home in a small village in which I've never lived.  The transition will entail my rediscovery of the creative side of my soul.

Last night was spent at a wonderful place called Blush Wine Bar with dear friends I've made along the way while living here.  They...each and every one of them...are blessings in my life.  BTW, seriously we were discussing their next visit at my new home...one of them even wants to go ice fishing!