You have entirely engaged the heart of every mother subscribed to Along the Hudson with this story. It gives us hope that it is not too late to make amends for some old unfinished business. This piece is especially sensual. The smell of the basement, the dust, the old newspaper, the mud. The feel and look of the crinkled old map, the big old floppy boots, the drippy pine trees, the damp wooly clothes. It really brings us in when all senses are engaged. Beautiful, Justin.
Muddy Boots and Lost Trails
Poignant story. I think a lot of us have boxes of memories in the basement.
The map was the true treasure.
You have entirely engaged the heart of every mother subscribed to Along the Hudson with this story. It gives us hope that it is not too late to make amends for some old unfinished business. This piece is especially sensual. The smell of the basement, the dust, the old newspaper, the mud. The feel and look of the crinkled old map, the big old floppy boots, the drippy pine trees, the damp wooly clothes. It really brings us in when all senses are engaged. Beautiful, Justin.
Curious what’s buried. Is there a sequel?
Really like this one. Conjured up Cats in the Cradle ( Harry Chapin, right? )
Great story Justin!
This definitely fits with my vibe today. Good timing.
Good memories are buried treasure. Nicely done, Justin. 🤓
Dank basement air; you create a discernable atmosphere.