Two years ago Pa decided to hike with us into the wood at the head of Grapevine – to see what was left of the school he went to in 1942. The mountain had swallowed it up years before I was born. None of us were sure he could find it. But he did. (More on this later.) Here he stops to rest his leg.
Ok. Here’s a picture of my dad, The Old Man. Smiling. Seriously.