Dear Readers,

When I was visiting in Prior Lake, Minnesota, for Father’s Day, June 16, 2013, my Mother said she would like a story. She already had the two main characters and something of the setting. In Mom fashion, she asked if I would find the rest.

As you may have heard here, I believe stories already exist. The writer doesn’t create the story. He or she finds the story and writes it down. Because the scrivener is the first to record the tale, we call the person with the pen the writer and author. More correctly, from my perspective, that individual is the writer. With respect, I believe no writer authors his or her own work. And, with appreciation, I applaud a good writer who can record a story well.

Now, back to Father’s Day. Mom had found a story. At her request, I also found a story. In the land of stories, many exist around and among each other. Whether I found my mother’s story or a similar story meant for me, I will soon learn. I arrive back in Minnesota on Tuesday and will read this story to her. When I finish, her face will be worth a 1,000 words, at least.

I hope I get to stay. But, have no fear, moms are very understanding. I hope.

Grandpa Jim