Where does the time go? 

It’s the same story the crow told me; it’s the only one he knows

Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go
Ain’t no time to hate, barely time to wait
Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go? 

Uncle John’s Band, the Grateful Dead

We’re first in line for Rhi’s student id card. The last 18 years have gone by in a flash and my baby girl is off on her own.

We drove 1200 miles listening to The Grateful Dead and talking about everything. It was wonderful. And now, just a few hours left with her. 

What a long strange trip it’s been.