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HERE'S What Tom Says About THAT
I’ve now lived more than six decades in this lifetime and am grateful to still experience things for the first time. Today, it was Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 in D Minor, Opus 125 (“Choral”). I appreciate classical music, yet I readily admit and embrace the fact that I’m a Springsteen and Dylan rock & roll kind of guy; a child of the 60’s. So this is a departure from my normal routine.
Our kids and grandkids have gone to a lake for the day to paddleboard and swim and play with frogs, leaving Lindi and me home alone in a very quiet house. I pulled out the double album featuring Beethoven’s 9th – it covers 3 sides – and placed them one by one onto my trusty turntable, cranked up the volume on the amplifier, lay on our bed, closed my eyes, and let the music take me. Read the rest of this entry »
“That’s Tom,” said my daughter from the kitchen, pointing toward me as I walked in.
A tall, thin, balding and bearded young man reached out his hand to mine. “Nice to meet you, Sir. I’m Parker.”
“He’s hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. I invited him over.”
“Great!” I said. “Welcome.”
“Thank you for having me.”
There’s a biblical verse from Hebrews I’ve always deeply appreciated. It goes something like, “Be kind to strangers; you may be entertaining angels unawares.”
Our daughter Jolie has always been exceedingly kind to strangers. She met Parker while volunteering for the Bend Brewfest. Parker told us how he began hiking the PCT in early June; starting near Lake Tahoe with a goal of arriving at Cascade Locks on the border between Oregon and Washington by the end of August. He shared lots of pictures on his phone. This past week he developed shin splints and needed to take a break to recover before hiking any further. He was camped at Odell Lake, about 65 miles southwest of Bend. On Friday he hitched a ride into Bend to check out our little slice of heaven and learned he could volunteer for the Brewfest on Saturday, which he did, where he met our daughter, which in turn led to her inviting into our home for the night. Read the rest of this entry »