I am at the Loft window, looking out across the fields below us and a beach walk is beckoning. The Easter traffic is building up and is a constant hum in the background.
I have a postcard sent to Mom. It is the Easter of 1987, we drove to the Black Forest in Germany to join Henk, Janet and little Lexi for the long weekend.
Henk was working in Karlsruhe, Germany at that point. Time to find some of the photos of the trip and see what I wrote to Mom when we got back.
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