Jan 23, 2002
Wealth is where you find it.
My mom called me from the airport in San Francisco, where she is waiting to board her flight. We talked about life and death and relationships, and at one point, she exclaimed, "Oh! I can't believe I found another penny. Right here on the rug." Apparently she found a penny last night in the hotel, too. You can't help but love that, can you?
She also said quite matter-of-factly -- when I asked her to try and not feel compelled to give me advice about everything I tell her -- that she has to tell me what to do, otherwise I will do the wrong thing. I guess that explains a lot.
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