Vern Cook. Laughter. Lyric. Legacy.

In the woods south of town lives an 89-year-old man. In a 100-year-old house. With a 200-year-old cabin attached to the back. His name is Vern Cook and he is leaving a legacy. I spent this morning with my squirrelly daughter Isabelle. With a pudgy smile and a constant stream of jibber jabber I chased... Continue Reading →

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