Hiking With Jack

Meet my grandson, Jack. He was nine years old when this picture was taken and a typical gadget-gamer of our modern age. I introduced him to hiking. On this day we had climbed Great Blue Hill in the Blue Hills Reservation of Massachusetts. My father used to say that there is a time and place for everything. Today was not the time nor the place forContinue reading “Hiking With Jack”

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