Privately I looked at the RV Park residents and said my silent “goodbye.” We were celebrating a birthday and an anniversary at our regular Sunday evening ice cream social. Some folks knew of my pending move and asked questions and extended best wishes. This has been my home for six years; it’s hard to say “goodbye” to friends and acquaintances. However, “new” friends and acquaintances are waiting for me one-hundred-eighty miles away, in Waco.