A Fall Day on East Morris

On October 29 after making my way down East Morris for one more time in 55 years, I was filled with nostalgia for the love I have for this street. The picture does not do justice for the beauty of the trees. 

In 1969, I had been at BYU for two months. I was coming home for Thanksgiving. I had just left a beautiful fall in Utah and yet, this was even more beautiful. It is the street where I grew up.

Home.

I still drive this street, but not as often. Usually I come in on a side street about three blocks done the road. On this day, I was on my way from English Oaks, the rehabilitation hospital where my Dad had been for the last week. 

On October 29 he was admitted to Memorial Hospital. He had been there for a week and then transferred.