When I think about love, I remember how my childhood friend, Danny, and I used to gather black walnuts and sell them to my dad at his feed store. There were dozens of black walnut trees around the dairy where Danny lived, and his dad was too busy milking cows to take an interest in them.
When I look back on my childhood for clues about who I am today, I see that I’ve always been someone who gathers people together. First it was the “Shell Club.” The whole idea revolved around an abalone shell my Uncle Darel brought back for me from his diving trip.
