Today, I had the good fortune to meet with an old acquaintance I hadn’t seen in years. We were talking about life and all the passages that sometimes leave us sitting, in our 60’s, wondering what next. This nice man, knowing I fly fish, was most generous in bringing me an old magazine, an Outdoor Life from June 1948.
It was a thoughtful gesture, one of respect and a reflection of what a gracious man he is. Such touches, out of no where, remind me of a gentler, kinder way that I am sometimes woefully inept at.