Born and raised in a little valley tucked in the Beautiful Green Mountains of Vermont, my early childhood is reminiscent of bygone days unknown by most yet treasured in my memories. Still, like a rambling rose I found my way to the seacoast of New Hampshire to fall in love with the smells and sounds of the vast ocean and for a time, to awaken in the morning and fall asleep at night to the sound of waves washing over the shore along Marginal Way in Maine. I have been told I have a way with words. Now retired and well within my twilight years, perhaps the time has come to explore the world of creative writing. Such a nice thought!