I leave in the morning for Florida – land of my birth, home of my grandsons and my daughter, birthplace of nightmares and dreams alike. I intend to meet my adopted brother’s girlfriend and pick up the box Kenny wanted me to have before he died, eight years ago. I intended to pick it up the last time I went to Florida but I didn’t seem to find the time. I can’t imagine what is in it. I know she said there was the flag that covered Uncle Kenneth’s coffin but I don’t know what else is in there. She’s had it in her attic for eight years. That’s a little intimidating in itself. Memories stored, saved just for me. Wish me luck.