04/14/2026
It is a great day when I can climb a tree. A favorite, no word of a lie, tree climbing experience is when a boy learned the meaning of his name.
I was up in a favorite tree in a Toronto midtown park, trying to be inconspicuous, when a young boy spotted me. He proceeded to request to join me. Oh boy. His parents were good sports. With the support of his parents and me in the tree, he got up into the tree. The time was brief but enough for me to ask his name. I don't recall his name, but I do remember asking his parents what his name meant. The mom replied, "Greatest Heights."
Gotta love the serendipity and synchronicity of life.