“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

understood. Leonard would have understood. And finally, so did Alexis.

I’m sitting beneath the willow tree Leonard planted forty years ago, writing this final part. He’s buried just over that hill in a cemetery overlooking the fields he loved.

People ask if I regret it. The answer is no. I don’t regret transferring the farm to a conservation trust. I continue reading …