I was awoken from my Old Man’s Nap, with the sound of the first Child of Spring. He was making a whooping sound inspired by the warm air and sunshine. I am grateful for the birth of my grandson, Tyler Hunt, and the times we played together. I taught him my best sounds, my skills at hiding, and my wondrous road building.
I celebrated thirty years of sobriety April 7th. I own a spring sobriety.