Talking to my Elders.

Speaking to my elders and respecting my ancestors is becoming a ritual for me the older I get. That almost sounds funny. Yesterday I had the pleasure to speak to Hank Rensink our neighbor to the East of us. He stopped by to say hello and have a chat. Made a comment that he timed it so I was closed so we can be alone and have time. He spoke of my property along with his as the original Deming Homestead and pointed out where my property lines were set. His father bought the property so as to sell it to a neighbor who could buy it from him to open the first restaurant to grace the spot. A nice burger spot to have a meal.