The week that was saw the announcement of the new, and the departure of the old.
A friend of mine from Hollyweird called me last Wednesday night, and announced that he and his wife were expecting their first child. Great news.
Then, about an hour later, storms rolled through the area where I used to hang out in the summers when I was a kid, the small town were my Dad grew up. There were two EF1 tornadoes, plus a wider microburst that destroyed my grandfather's barn.
That barn was easily 120 years old. My cousins and I used to play around in that barn all the time, despite our mothers' cautions that "it was dangerous." Heck, I think the cause of my first tetanus shot was messing around in that barn and cutting my arm on a rusty nail. But it was a fun place to hang out for a bunch of young boys.
And now it's gone. Just the memories remain.