David’s parents and his sister, Anne, were out from Minnesota (and Anne from MA) last week to meet Alice.
We took them on an overnight trip to Monterey, one of my favorite places and not too far from here.
We were walking on Cannery Row, David behind the stroller and me beside it, and we passed a restaurant, and I said, “We had pizza there, remember?”
It was a few years ago. I’m not sure we were even married then. Definitely there was no stroller, and perhaps not even the idea of one. Hard to remember.