Jake would be the big guy in Longhorn orange ball trunks. His friend sent it to him and then he sent it on to me. What did you want to happen when they grew up? I sent them on their way around the world, but never planned for the contingency that the wings would get sturdy enough for one to go away to a place with other states spreading the gap.
I live in what one could call a Buddhist monastery with pasture. Solitude now doesn't scare me so much, but the sound of my baby's voice in a city with bells and whistles sounding a cacophony instead of bird and wind calls, makes me shudder. Sometimes the pangs slice through me that he is not comfortable any more in this little place ridden with prejudices and narrow-minded strategies for getting everybody in one straight line.
Jake exemplifies everything I taught them. Be unafraid. Go where no one knows your name, then make your name a household tagline for success and tenacity. Be unafraid.
