With all this talk lately of possibly moving to a new house, I’ve been thinking occasionally of the house in which I grew up. It’d be great if Leah and I could give Ava the kind of experience I had, but, then, maybe Ava wouldn’t have any interest in playing in the mud every day.
I’m pretty sure that’s me there in the red shirt. My brother Scott is in the yellow and brown shirt just behind me. I guess this picture was probably taken in the summer of 1976. This horse and rider are standing at the fence that separated our back yard (and, in fact, the eastern limits of Iowa City) from the farm land beyond.
I wish I had video from those days, if only of my shoes kicking through the long sweet grass as I walked down to the creek.