Impressions: The first thing I saw driving out of the Akron airport was the Goodyear blimp. Perfect.

The boy I was in love with for six years writes, as a man, a Facebook note saying how good it is to know me and what a wonderful man I am. One can only sigh.

The sad thing at creekside was that there were no small versions of ourselves playing in the water. I guess the Internet takes up that energy now.