Goodnight moon.

Half a century ago, and more, I spent many weekends at this spot on the Elkhorn river in Nebraska.

Earlier today I drove by my childhood suburban Omaha house, my elementary school, and my junior high and I found the mulberry tree many of my friends and I spent hours in after grade school, eating ripe mulberries and getting purple fingers - waiting to be written in to a Shel Silverstein story.