People and Places

I grew up in a small house — a log cabin, actually — that my father built.  When I reflect on that childhood lived on the outskirts of town, I realize I am shaped as much by place as I am by person.   Those two raw acres that served as the landscape of my childhood, the perpetual view of Pikes Peak through all seasons of the year, influenced who I am in ways that make me think that place as much as people shape us.  “Where are you from?” is as equally important of a question as “Are you Eli’s son?”

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