Josiah Corson, intrepid traveler to France

Josiah, as a big child, after one of our “death marches.”

Saturday, September 17, 2016

In five days our oldest grandson, Josiah Corson, will be 18.  Normally, this would be cause for despair (you know, teenager-hood and all), but you’d have to know Josiah to appreciate his qualities.  For one thing, he took his family members to Paris not once, but twice, helping them through the intricacies of the trains and the plethora of streets that reminded me of a photomicrograph of the human brain.  He is also very good at soccer and is a tireless runner.  I know he will have a great birthday.  It’s just that it would be much greater if he were here with me.