My back is expressing it’s displeasure with me again today so here goes.

The subject is losing touch with friends and family.

I recently got a message to call a cousin in Texas who I hadn’t talked to in years.

I remember going to his folks house a couple of times when I was young. Dad’s cousin, whom he always called Junior, put me on a half broke horse. It would run around and throw me off. The area he had it in had soft material to land in so I thought it was great fun and kept wanting to go again. I was around five and Dad was okay with it but Mom not so much.