not to be true to the best one knows.”
-- Canon Farrar
I can't remember exactly how old he was then and I don't know if he's still around today. I'll probably never have the chance again to ask him about his life in Idaho in the early 1900’s. But I'll always be glad I knew him. Isn't that just the kind of bittersweet trick hindsight plays on us? I’ll never forget his old felt cowboy hat, creased with grease stains along the band and the worn cowboy boots that sometimes sat drying on his oil heater like old friends. Oh, the stories that old contraption could have told!