My son Peter berry picking with his Grandpa. My dad rigged up the berry containers for the expedition. Photo by BF Newhall
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
My friend Jake is a man in his prime. He does triathlons, reads good books, knows all the best hiking trails, drinks nice wines, and likes nothing more than a good, scrappy conversation. In other words, Jake has never been anybody’s rickety old grandpa.
Until recently. [Read more...]
