I am a laughing curmudgeon. I head towards water and bright colors when I crawl out of my cold, dark cave. I respect wolves and their kin. I have little patience for impatience. I fluctuate between being totally in awe of the fact that I'm alive and wondering why any of us are. I drink coffee and ponder. Our now post-teenage son has two Dads. So do our dog, kittens and chickens. I am now a Grandfather. I sometimes tell jokes on a stage.
There are treasures on the sidewalks and along the path - poems, stories, pictures. There are several large viewing machines that you can peer through to see vintage photos and drawings of the way it once looked in the area.
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