Saturday, March 22, 2008
Went over to help Mom in Phoenix. Seems like everything is business as usual. Thing I love about Mom is that she always kept our rooms just as we left them. I went in Teddy’s room and found a stuffed tiger he’d stolen from me in third grade. It was buried in the back of his closet. Mom took Teddy’s picture off the mantelpiece. I don’t know where it is.