…will be, maybe, tomorrow? I keep having to push it back another day. Our old friend Mark Holmberg surprised us with a call yesterday evening. Showed up a few minutes later.
I am a dedicated nostalgiaphobe. But this is a picture of my old bud in his element, at Pony Pasture, in the snow, near the river.
And this is the story Mark did yesterday evening. Once again I am moved beyond words.