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One of our human frailties and strengths lies in the reality that we are defined by the things that surround and comfort us.  Rarely a day goes by that my eye is not captured by my grandfather's Elgin railroad watch or the faded sepia image of him in his WWI army photo.  And there is my daughter's tattered fifth grade report card. Mostly As and a couple of Cs.  I could rifle through a dozen more drawers and a thousand more keepsakes to ultimately define my path.

For each of us, places we've been and things we've done define the individual poetry of our lives.