Sometimes the annual updates in Christmas cards bear sad news... One arrived in our mailbox today with mention that our lovely former neighbor Peg in Florida had passed away, a few years after her husband Ed. We couldn't have had better neighbors on that little cul-de-sac - where we argued over silly things like whose trees were spreading Spanish moss to the others. Ed enjoyed telling the story of how he first met Peg, sighting* her as she emerged around the corner of a building in Boston (where Ed was stationed during WW2 before he was deployed)... I like to imagine them rounding corners and finding each other again now.
*originally I spelled it "siting" - and actually that kind of works too, according to how Ed told the story ;)
