Wish we could go back 46 years so I could trade places with Ron.
I’d have transferred my college credits to Stanford (per Ron) and got myself a good job with benefits; moved Peter and spouse to California. Bought a house. Avoided the hippie life with all its ramifications.
He passed up a lot of opportunities. In the early 70’s, we could have positioned ourselves to accrue a bundle in home equity.
Ron asked me yesterday if I got satisfaction from doing for myself, as in the garden.
Truth be told, as of yesterday and maybe today, I wouldn’t have minded being handed it on a silver platter. Then again, I don’t know the consequences of being that spoiled, either.
I love my yard and little house, no matter how they came to be.