Rod and I have so many great memories of our Walt Whitman years. We're really looking forward to seeing many of you again. I'm trying to remember a verse I learned when I was young, that now takes on real meaning...
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost.
The young that is old does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."

We look forward to seeing you all!