Father and Vincent in “Shades of Grey”

The colors. I think I miss colors most of all. They've even begun to fade from my mind's eye...I wish you could have seen the blue of the Pacific under a summer sun...the green of the grass at Ebbott's field. The fall leaves blazing orange and yellow in Vermont.

But I have seen them all, Father. No child ever had a better guide. Your words painted pictures that I will never forget. You took me around the world. Twain's Mississippi. Kipling's India. Jack London's Klondike. You made them come alive for me...there aren't many places left to go...