On Friday, I indulged myself in the purchase of a very small parcel of land that runs along Baumer’s Field. In reading the warranty deed, I noticed it mentioned my paternal grandfather three times, particularly “along land of said Leo Baumer…”
Reading warranty deeds is much like reading old newspapers on microfilm. It’s tedious and occasionally surprising.
The crimson, green, and gold trees that you see in this picture are my indulgence.
The temperature here in the house has been hovering consistently at sixty-one degrees for the last week. It’s time to bring out the old 49er, as I would like to wait a few more weeks before I indulge in the heat of the furnace.