On an unseasonably cool day in late June my eight-year-old grandson Chris and I fire up Dad’s old diesel Ford pickup and rattle over the back way to the Johnny Gunter place in the Oregon Coast Range.
This writing, this exquisite tribute of love for your 8-year-old grandson, is soil that makes imaginable the ground for universal love. For the realization of humanity. Thank you so much, Tom, for this writing.
This writing, this exquisite tribute of love for your 8-year-old grandson, is soil that makes imaginable the ground for universal love. For the realization of humanity. Thank you so much, Tom, for this writing.
Thank you for your attentive eyes and heart, Carter.
"What if?" indeed. One of your finest pieces.
Thank you for spending the day with us, Val! <3
Enjoyed this very much. Look forward to the next.
Thanks for coming with us, Dave.
So beautiful Tom. Thank you. ✨
Thank you, Linda!
Ah simply poetic and loving at every level--here's to you and Chris lighting up the Johnny Gunter place together.
Seems like this time I was the one who was lit.
I agree...one of your finest pieces. All I could think of is what a lucky man you are, and what a great grandson you have!
Thank you, Stan. Grandsons and salamanders—I’m grateful for all of them.