I have much to tell about my trip to Kingman, but I’ll wait until the next post to do, or maybe the one after that – stories of the Bus Stop restaurant and lunch with my cousins and little quirks of the trip. But right now here is one video. The sun was warm, the breeze soft and refreshing and songs of birds in the background. My father always marveled that I was not particularly interested in listening to the different songs, or in listening at all. Since his death, I have been much more alert to their tones. I was there Thursday, Daddy, and I listened. And I missed you.