This late

Late in November Crisp air,

Open the door porch quickly out then in,

Don’t linger!

Nights darken sooner,

Some trees still bear leaves,

Reminds me of November 1994,

Warm no snow that Thanksgiving,

LIFE HAD MEANING,

I had family,

I just returned from first completed season at Mt.Rushmores concession,

Mom was alive,

I looked forward to returning in March to South Dakota,

Dan was six,Craig fix,

I look forward still with less desire,

Sunday November eighteenth,

Twenty twenty three ground’s not white,

I will continue to try to see my nephews,

Live again in Allamakee,

Briefly before I leave the state,

I have no one here now,

Living in a place where no one you care to spend time with is as stupid as working a job you hope to die at,

Well, going to watch last of Green Bay Packer game,