a particularly lovely kayak ride on the Erie Canal, a journey which
began in my own back yard, I decided to share my joy with my daughter,
a poet. Perhaps this simple poem of praise would inspire her to take
up this wholesome activity. After all, like many people of a literary
bent, she's excessively bookish and would clearly benefit from the
warm climate of our Buffalo Springs and Summers. Children, I find,
however insistent upon their independence, often adopt parental habits.
I wished to pass on to her my passion for daily exercise in the glorious