Time Traveler

 

I met Zobostic when I was passing through.  He was actually a close friend.  Long before he started this blog he was writing stories, articles for the newspaper, and plays.  He just seemed to love words.

We climbed mountains, hiked through forests, and flew planes, even though they were made out of paper.  We built race cars and would compete against each other. There were never any losers. 

I tend to smile like this whenever I think of him.