Many people over a span of five years often saw me on my daily morning walks. And over the years, I guess I became a familiar sight to those driving by because some began to wave hello to me. I would wave back and think that they would probably be surprised to learn that I was doing much more than just walking my dog. I was writing a book. For with each step, I was formulating in my mind the events and emotions I would be writing about when I returned home. I started out every morning with Dawson’s dog, Harley, walking to and from Valley Memorial Park.