An Open Letter To All My Grandchildren

In the early part of September we made a trip by plane over several Western States, some seven miles above the ground under a cloudless sky. From that lofty place we plainly saw patterns of different colored fields, mostly corn, barley and wheat. Those rectangular fields were a beauty not seen from the roadside as we generally pass them while driving in our car. This was not a bird’s eye view, birds do not fly so high, but it reminded us of a God’s eye view. We thought of having zoom lens like...