Jan wrote this amazing poem for me this morning.

Her title,”Daddy Steps” is a phrase I invented when I was three years old to denote little granite stairways and trails that diverged from the paved footpaths in Fort Tryon Park, near our tiny upper Manhattan apartment. My Daddy and I would love to follow them together off the beaten track.

When I first saw the steep undeveloped backyard of the house we moved to in San Luis Obispo in 1988, I looked forward to making some Daddy Steps for my grandchildren.

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