Remington turned nineteen years old today. How many nineteen year olds have
been to all the places he has been to and seen all the things he has seen?
And what a very fresh nineteen he is. I was joking with Marilyn a few weeks
ago that now that Remington has turned snow white and has become so tireless
he seems immortal, perhaps he has been sent as a herald to take me to another
world, just like Mohammed ascended to heaven on his horse. One of my boys
asked how could I expect to ride to anywhere but hell on a demon pony, no
matter how angelic he looked. To paraphrase the old Irish toast, wherever
Remington goes for eternity is where I want to go also.
John Parke
Solvang CA
