Atlanta, GA
January 5, 2025
Years ago, when you were a young child, you wrote me a note. In it you described your hero, and explained why he was me.
That letter hangs in a frame by my desk. I see it often, but don’t notice it enough. This morning, I re-read it. It elicited a tear, and this response.
From the day you were born you’ve made me proud. You were …