Renita in our former dining room, surrounded by boxes ready for shipment. Believe it or not, she's reading an old love letter she wrote me just a month after our first date-- fifteen years ago. Ahh, the Magic remains.

Renita decides it will be cheaper (and quieter) to ship him.

Renita with our next door neighbor, Glenda. Glenda has become a part of our family, and made us feel like a part of hers-- almost from the first day we moved in. That was eight years ago now. People thought we were unwise to move here. And now, its tough to leave.

Like a sister.