Good morning Lucy May,
How you feeling over yonder in C-Station? Sal and T arrived around midnight. A safe one-day journey from Atlanta, dodging storms Marco and Laura, both tracking towards Louisiana and Texas coasts. Let's pray for the best on those storms.
We woke up to a sweet hand-written note from Fort Herndon, after Sunday's birthday celebration for Jim. It got me thinking about ditties. You know the original 'ditty-writer' in our life was our dear neighbor Ken King in Nashville, husband to your godmother, Ann. Here's an example of Ken's work: Farewell to the Singleterrys. Classic stuff!
Anyhoo, I looked up the word ditty and realize that ditties are meant to be short songs. But that's okay, we can stay with our own meaning - something someone writes and recites to celebrate an occasion or someone special.
Here's the note from Jim:
Make it a great Monday Lucy May!
Dad
P.S. Side note: On the other side of Fort Herndon (Unit B) . . . Jim and Marisa Bushee also arrived safely home yesterday from their summer in the Northeast. Jim B. and I hope to take Jim H. to lunch one day and start documenting some of his military stories. Jim Bushee is a writer. You can learn about his first book here.