Here the menfolks are carrying the gear from the car to #2 son’s apartment. The light, fresh air is wonderful. The place where we live is very similar to the town where #2 son lives, but the air here is heavy and humid. Also, there are no mountains, just hills. Nonetheless, we feel right at home.
Here is his place of work, nestled in the foothills of the Rockies.

He gets to go into the back door.


He has his own cubicle. Like his apartment, it contains no photos, no tchotchkes, no personal touches of any kind. Neither looks sad or rootless; rather, he’s self-contained.