Planes, Trains, and Glaciers
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We had a fun adventure earlier this month...we flew to Seattle and saw my grandma, Peter's three brothers and a couple of cousins...always good to see the family. Peter's brother David and David's wife Diane did a really nice memorial for Peter on their grounds.
Then Holly and I took the train across from Seattle to Whitefish, Montanta. We stayed a terrific B&B in Whitefish called the Good Medicine, and did a lot of hiking, and some horseback riding and river rafting. Some good friends were getting married in Glacier National Park (27 miles from Whitefish) and the bride was kind enough to plan a week's worth of activities for all who wanted to come early.
Glacier National Park is one of the most spectacular places I have ever seen, and if you want to see any Glaciers, move quickly! The glaciers are melting, some are already gone, and by some accounts, we only have a few decades left before all are gone.
On the Peter front, my hair has been on fire in connection with a situation involving the Peter's life insurance proceeds. For background, if interested, see my May 17 entry, "The Definition of Irony." There is a lot of new info, but unfortunately, nothing I should be posting in a public forum. If you are interested, let me know and I will send an e-mail or fill you in by phone.
Regarding this whole life insurance imbroglio, the words of U2's classic song "Bad" come to me often, especially the part that says, "If I could, yes I would, if I could, I would, Let it go..."
Meantime, I have not heard of any change in date of the July 29 omnibus hearing in the matter of State of Washington v. Nancy Carol LeBovic. And the trial is still scheduled for October 3.
In my mind, I have already crafted, re-crafted (and repeated the process umpteen times) what I will say to Nancy at a sentencing hearing, should I ever get that opportunity.
Unfortunately, due to travel schedules, I have been running by myself for the past seven weeks instead of with my regular partners...when by myself, my mind nearly instinctively turns to what I would like to say to Nancy and of course, the self-cross-examination on what I could have or should have done. It's fruitless, but natural in a situation like this. And if you have waded through to the bitter end of this entry, you deserve a prize, a Scooby snack, perhaps.
Then Holly and I took the train across from Seattle to Whitefish, Montanta. We stayed a terrific B&B in Whitefish called the Good Medicine, and did a lot of hiking, and some horseback riding and river rafting. Some good friends were getting married in Glacier National Park (27 miles from Whitefish) and the bride was kind enough to plan a week's worth of activities for all who wanted to come early.
Glacier National Park is one of the most spectacular places I have ever seen, and if you want to see any Glaciers, move quickly! The glaciers are melting, some are already gone, and by some accounts, we only have a few decades left before all are gone.
On the Peter front, my hair has been on fire in connection with a situation involving the Peter's life insurance proceeds. For background, if interested, see my May 17 entry, "The Definition of Irony." There is a lot of new info, but unfortunately, nothing I should be posting in a public forum. If you are interested, let me know and I will send an e-mail or fill you in by phone.
Regarding this whole life insurance imbroglio, the words of U2's classic song "Bad" come to me often, especially the part that says, "If I could, yes I would, if I could, I would, Let it go..."
Meantime, I have not heard of any change in date of the July 29 omnibus hearing in the matter of State of Washington v. Nancy Carol LeBovic. And the trial is still scheduled for October 3.
In my mind, I have already crafted, re-crafted (and repeated the process umpteen times) what I will say to Nancy at a sentencing hearing, should I ever get that opportunity.
Unfortunately, due to travel schedules, I have been running by myself for the past seven weeks instead of with my regular partners...when by myself, my mind nearly instinctively turns to what I would like to say to Nancy and of course, the self-cross-examination on what I could have or should have done. It's fruitless, but natural in a situation like this. And if you have waded through to the bitter end of this entry, you deserve a prize, a Scooby snack, perhaps.
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