Found this online and enjoyed reading it,
A faint breeze rustles leaves on the spacious front lawn. A mosquito helicopters into view, searching for its next blood meal. There is a distant buzz of a lawn mower, and every few minutes, a car whistles past on the two-lane country road.
An old man with a shock of white hair and thin, bony hands sits on a battered green chair on his front porch, flipping through pages in a scrapbook.
"That's a picture of a field trip," he says, pointing to a newspaper clipping, "led by you-know-who."
When was the picture taken?
Howard Boyd thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.
"My memory is getting a little bit on the dim side," he confesses.
At 93, Howard Boyd may be entering the twilight of his life, but he is not quite ready to call it quits. The Tabernacle resident, who has devoted much of his life to the exploration and study of the Pine Barrens, has just finished writing his fourth book on the topic.
http://blog.nj.com/iamnj/2008/06/howard_boyd.html
A faint breeze rustles leaves on the spacious front lawn. A mosquito helicopters into view, searching for its next blood meal. There is a distant buzz of a lawn mower, and every few minutes, a car whistles past on the two-lane country road.
An old man with a shock of white hair and thin, bony hands sits on a battered green chair on his front porch, flipping through pages in a scrapbook.
"That's a picture of a field trip," he says, pointing to a newspaper clipping, "led by you-know-who."
When was the picture taken?
Howard Boyd thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.
"My memory is getting a little bit on the dim side," he confesses.
At 93, Howard Boyd may be entering the twilight of his life, but he is not quite ready to call it quits. The Tabernacle resident, who has devoted much of his life to the exploration and study of the Pine Barrens, has just finished writing his fourth book on the topic.
http://blog.nj.com/iamnj/2008/06/howard_boyd.html