Sunday, April 6, 2003, I went hiking with my father on the Ocean Overlook Trail. I placed my keys in a plastic bag used to pick up goodies along the way. My bag decided to break, and I managed to carelessly lose my keys. It is for this reason I write. I would like to extend a very warm and gracious thank you to: first, whoever had the common sense to tie a leaf around the key-ring and hang it at the trailhead; secondly, to the people my father bumped into who informed him of the keys’ location; and, of course, lastly, to my dear father who was left to trudge the hills alone while I lay in bed with a sore knee. Thank you to all those watching out for me. I appreciate it.
Elizabeth Ann Saft