I knew when we started out from Wilmore, Kentucky, that I would take an unscheduled side trip around Fort Mountain along the way to Atlanta. I wanted to ask a question. I wanted the right answer. I needed a little help and I thought the sound of Holly Creek splashing down the mountain, the smell of green pines, the majesty of the Cohutta...
We walked among the giant pines. She rested against one and I leaned in to kiss her, and asked my question.
She gave the right answer! Just one word expressed unreservedly, enthusiastically, beautifully.
That was 37 years ago today.
January 23!
I wrote about it, briefly, two years ago.
We walked among the giant pines. She rested against one and I leaned in to kiss her, and asked my question.
She gave the right answer! Just one word expressed unreservedly, enthusiastically, beautifully.
That was 37 years ago today.
January 23!
I wrote about it, briefly, two years ago.
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