I found a magazine among my stack the other day and flipped through it. It was a publication from the county in Northern California where, until recently, my mother Ann and stepfather Bob lived.

I read the ads and the few articles. The magazine was mostly designed for out of town visitors. I was particularly interested in the map on page 82.

There’s a covered bridge near their place?

I guess I did know that. Why on earth didn’t I check that out when I had the chance?

I was reminded of all the trips I decided not to make for no good reason. I skipped weddings and more.
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