Further back - somewhere about 1950 when I was six years old - I had my first lesson counting rings on a tree stump. That was a moment, and an era, that has been forever fondly etched in my soul. For a hint of those boyhood days in Vermont and a small tribute to two of my very favorite people go to www.dickmackenzie.com/id4.html . Scroll down to the picture of Mildred and Ira Hatch and my letter right below it.
For me, Fall is a season for sweet remembering.