May God bless you and your...
I went hiking today in the same mountains and along the same trails we hiked as little boys. As I walked along, there were so many good memories of simulating ambushes, making splints from the oak trees in case one of us ever broke a leg while hiking and crafting spears from dead branches. I sat down in the dirt wash under the large oak where the trails branch off to Tapo, you know the one. I thought of how many years have passed since those days and since you went off to a much better...
James Johnson
September 21, 2025 | Friend



