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It may not have been a soccer ball, but Wilson was without equal on Squirrel Island.  Squirrel Island was our last night of a 150-mile expedition kayaking trip in Prince William Sound in Alaska.

Most of us kids born in the 50's and 60's constantly heard these words from our parents. Digital toys were simply not even a figment of one's imagination back then. We played outside. We used our imaginations and figured out how to entertain ourselves.

As a child, I was fascinated with wonder that anyone would paint a house in cerulean blue!  Purple and yellow pansies waved their faces between the two houses and danced like happy members of a solstice parade, under baskets of fuchsias that contributed to an exotic, almost carnival feel.  An indian family lived there...

The Power of Observation in the writing process