My Old Man and the Forest

My father, who grew up dirt poor in the poorest town in Kentucky, and who never cut a corner in his life, had the uncommon good sense to marry my mother, who is as solid a person as you will ever meet, and together they built a pretty good life, traveling all over the world (living in Syria, Iran, Lebanon, Zimbabwe, Mali, Morocco, Tunisia, Algeria and traveling everywhere else, from Machu Pichu to Peking, from Alaska to Japan).

And in the end, they give a square mile of Eastern old growth forest to the people of America. This is the gift that keeps giving. People come and go, but the mountains and forests will abide... if we will protect them. 

But talk it cheap.  What's needed are more donors to protect land the old-fashioned way:  by buying it and giving it back to the people for their enjoyment for generations to come.
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