the road taken
As I sit at my desk writing this first President’s Message column for TCDLA, I cannot help but think of a cold winter day when my son Luke was about five years old. The two of us were driving down a dirt road, and we passed by a flat rock perched on top of a fence post. Luke glanced at me in with a look of wonder in his eye and asked, “Dad, how did that rock get there?” Over the next mile or two, he came up with several theories on his own, each a little more grandiose than the previous, before finally asking the question again. After studying on the question for a while, I wisely told him, “I have absolutely no idea.”
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