"Joys of the life befitting me and brothers mine,/Our time, our term has come./ Nor yield we mournfully majestic brothers,/We who have grandly fill'd our time;/With Nature's calm content, with tacit huge delight,/We welcome what we wrought through the past,/And leave the field for them." Walt Whitman, "Song of the Redwood Tree" (Chris loved the redwood trees during his and Hazel's stay in Mendocino) Much Love and Sympathy, Bill