On the eve of a new month, we take some time today to visit with an old, longtime friend. The hair is longer and the
gym is rather more spartan, but the heart of Woodshed beats strong in this picture. Tim is one of those cats who makes everybody he knows and every place he inhabits better by virtue of his kindness, his generosity, and his simple way of being there in the moment. I generally try to write these pieces using the royal we but I am going to let a little of the I out here: I’m profoundly grateful for your time and your grace here, my friend.
Can’t stop, won’t stop.