Took me a couple days, to remember why the 14th of July brings a few tears to my eyes. But here I am, 24 years later. Guess, it's technically classified as recovery, I'd suppose.

And here I am, in the city, that shaped my recovery process. Such fondness, for here. It has its rough spots, mixed with a lot of roses. Literally, there's a whole lot of rose bushes in this city. Grasped the Nation once, roses being it's symbol.

Innocently, and without intent, my yearbook quote was, 'You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best you have to give. Il n'ya pas de rosés sans e'pines.'

Eleanor Roosevelt and there are no roses without thorns. Which I, upon typing recognize the errors of spelling l'à français.

Guess it is true, ponder long and hard about your yearbook quote.

Planning to write here again, PC willing, next year, for my quarter century mark. [emoji173]