Oliver, Chuckie, and Elana visited me a couple of weeks ago. Oliver and Chuckie are six; Elana is nine. We bundled up and went exploring the pathless woods across from my house. Eventually we wandered out of the woods and into a farmer’s field that was brimming with buff-colored cornstalks. The stalks were taller than I am, and still held corn (feed corn I’m guessing). As the late autumn sun set, we wandered down the long narrow rows of corn, cutting across them willy nilly and checking out new rows.
Chuckie ran ahead of me, free and wild, and hollered back, “This is the best day of my life.”