The happiest memories of my boyhood are wrapped up in old black and white photos of our family skiing in the Laurentians. The happiest sound of every year still comes with the SHHKIIIIII of my first slide across the snow. But I can hardly shake the sorrow of knowing that if my grandchildren are lucky enough to live to my age the lovely c…
The happiest memories of my boyhood are wrapped up in old black and white photos of our family skiing in the Laurentians. The happiest sound of every year still comes with the SHHKIIIIII of my first slide across the snow. But I can hardly shake the sorrow of knowing that if my grandchildren are lucky enough to live to my age the lovely clean world of winter will be gone for them. Have a great ski this afternoon.
The happiest memories of my boyhood are wrapped up in old black and white photos of our family skiing in the Laurentians. The happiest sound of every year still comes with the SHHKIIIIII of my first slide across the snow. But I can hardly shake the sorrow of knowing that if my grandchildren are lucky enough to live to my age the lovely clean world of winter will be gone for them. Have a great ski this afternoon.
yeah, this haunts me too.