It was noon by the time we sat down in his office to look at the slides
I had brought with me.
I was hungry. I had an idea in my mind of packing a picnic and driving a
few hours North in the car I had rented at the Manchester Airport. To the
Lake which I remembered from my childhood. Not the pond at Duncan Falls,
but the clear glacial lake further north where my father and his brother
my Uncle had built a cabin.