|Mid-60s, shorts, a light shirt, a warm breeze and an open path for contemplating my gratitude inventory|
This American holiday has always been family time for us. So, we took a short ride to get some last-minute grocery items. A small thing, normal, quiet, unexciting. I'm infinitely thankful for it, though. Got to go. My wife has a spoon with fresh-whipped mash potatoes on it, and the kids are running toward the kitchen to get there first. Thanks, life, for this. Get up. Go ride.