Suffice it to say that these are two people who befriended me at a rough time in my life and who were, in a sense, midwives to the relationship which became my marriage and present family. They stood by me. And us.
This week I heard the Baltimore Men's Chorus sing these words, written by Thoreau. In lieu of explanations, recollections, or wishes I share them in honor of Gerry and Travis.
Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side,
Withstand the winter's storm,
And spite of wind and tide,
Grow up the meadow's pride,
For both are strong
Above they barely touch, but undermined
Down to their deepest source,
Admiring you shall find
Their roots are intertwined
Insep'rably.
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