A Distant Land to Roam
Arriving late on a foggy Saturday night in the spring of 2012 after a 14-hour drive with my Huskies riding shotgun and a U-Haul in tow, it was all I could do to get ready for my first day of work Monday morning. That morning I received a call to meet Kelly Donaldson, the editor of the Crossroads Chronicle, to have a picture made for an upcoming story. After warning Kelly that my picture would certainly not help sell any newspapers, I agreed to stop by.
I had no idea on that day what a wonderful tradition, and what a great friendship, had just begun. Over the past two years, Kelly and I have exchanged a message virtually every Monday morning, to share our experiences from the past weekend (which was usually work for both of us), and to pass along an encouraging word for the week ahead.
It is with selfish sadness (for Cashiers and myself) to learn that Kelly is moving on to new opportunities beyond our little piece of paradise. Cashiers is a better place for Kelly having been here, and so shall the new community will be where he puts down roots.
Besides our mutual love of shelter animals (Kelly's beloved canine companion Mandy came from the Cashiers-Highlands Humane Society), Kelly and I also share a common passion for music, especially mountain music and bluegrass. So Kelly, I think it most fitting to say thank you and goodbye with these words from The Carter Family's song, "A Distant Land to Roam":
"If on earth we meet no more, may we meet at God's right hand."
Fare you well, dear friend.