Spring must be coming. The opera star that lives across the street has started to rehearse, exhaling her lilting Soprano into the warm afternoon air.
The Blue Herons have returned to their tree and begun to fuss over what form this year's nest will take. My neighbor agrees with me as to their grace but likens their voices to pterodactyls.
I met a homeless veteran who spends most of his time in the park near my house. I tried to tell him about some of the VA programs available to him but he laughed and said he's a lost cause. I said I didn't think so and I continue to take him food from time to time. I'd like to help him get the health care and housing he's entitled to but I don't want to push the issue if he's not open to it.
He remembered my name today and it made me happy. He was sent to Georgia for Infantry training and I went to Fort Jackson. We've talked about our Army service a little bit. He said he was conscripted and I said I joined on my own. His name is Joe.
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