If you build it, they will come.
I remember this outfit I am wearing above. My grandparents Joe and Alice on the left, Aunt Betty and Uncle Tom on the right. Mom and I on the swing. Mom and Dad, probably late fifties. Just so stunning. I caught the last hour or so of Field of Dreams the other night. I love that movie. Especially the last few minutes. When Kevin Costners character looks out at the field he built, that was inspired by a feeling of something bigger someday, I had a sudden ache in my heart. That is our mountain. They built it, and we continue to come. 70 years later, continue to show up. Listening to crickets, telling same old stories, and adding new ones. Our memories are what keep the place ALIVE with the spirits of those that have gone before us. I remember last year one summer night just sitting in the quiet dark, listening for something, anything that would take me back to those days. "Are you here?" I whispered to the night. "Can you hear ...