Bob and I took a half moon walk at McKinny falls and hear owls and coyotes - perfect autumn evening, just cool enough. It felt good to be walking together, something we've done alot but not as much lately. I'm reading a novel in which the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angelos, where Bobby Kennedy was shot, falls to the wrecking ball. I don't know if this really happened, but the idea of it shakes me. So much that I've lived has become history and it just doesn't seem that long ago.