One of the pleasures of my California memories is the back road drives my brother and I would take. He'd pick me up and we would head east, into the foothills, with no particular destination in mind. My brother is the person I miss the most from back home. And saying I miss hIm a lot doesn't really express the depth of the loss of his companionship.
This morning he called me as he started off on one of his jaunts and we took a virtual roadtrip together. It's raining a heavy mist, this morning in the valley, and the windshield wipers are whooshing back and forth on the window, reaching from his phone to mine. All the while, he kept me abreast of the passing scene - cattle, almond orchards, brown hills being touched with a hint of emerging green.
A best of all - he sent me this picture. I know exactly where he is.
Taken outside of Wellington Station in Turlock, CA
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