The Hume's

I drove over back roads, past cornfields and narrow galleries of bare oak trees meandering through country lanes to Mike's families house near the other side of the county this evening. Mike is one of my best friends, someone I have known for so long and so well I can think of him like family myself. He is one of the few people outside of my family that is a true constant in my life. His family too are almost like extended family of my own watching us both grow up.

Since both David and I are in town again only so briefly Tim and Pam, Mike's parents invited us all over for dinner. I sat on the couch and chatted with his parents cuddled up rubbing the cat behind the ears. We ate steak and potatoes for dinner with a glass of red wine. Sometimes I feel I understand the world back here far better than my friends and family can relate to my own. Such is the burden of choosing the path least traveled jumping out into the wide world. Still, though I'm not always around people who can understand my life now they know where I've been and where I come from. Maybe that's what its all about.

This is a painting hanging in the living room done by Mike's grandfather. He was an artist and delved especially in Cubist art styles. This one's my favorite.