Let me tell you about my grandson Eli. I was playing with him last evening after I returned home from driving the school bus, and called him “Little boy”. Without even saying anything else he said, “My name is Eli”. Just to see what he would do I called him “Little boy” again, and he said, “My name is Eli” again.
I do not know about the rest of you, but I think that is cute. A feisty two year old, who knows who he is.
There are fewer and fewer adults who know who they are. O, yeah, they know their name; but do not know who they really are.
It may take a while for that to sink in with a some, if they read this.
Flat Creek is still flowing beautifully over the rocks and through the valleys.