Memorial Day

and I'm remembering Andrew Olmsted. It feels like very long ago that he died, and it's not even half a year.

In the obligatory lilacs from seque, Mrs. R. and I are looking forward to the imminent arrival of a little brother to Rilkekind - we refer to him as π', aka the Prime, for uninteresting reasons. I had proposed "Andrew" as a first name, but Mrs. R. wanted a clean slate, a name without associations for us, and really I didn't know him nearly well enough anyway, and I never will.