russ on the web

After finding out that a few subcutaneous lumps were not cancerous-- which had scared me at a pretty deep level the week before-- I joined Steffi and my mother for a walk along the 'rail trail.' We passed through a bog that I don't remember being there before (and a well placed beaver dam... which probably facilitated the bog's size). It started raining, so we called in the rescue team (my father), to meet us at the first place where the trail crossed a busy street. We found him sitting in the car surfing the Web on someone's Wi-Fi signal that had strayed into the small parking lot. How quickly the technologically magical becomes quotidian.