to the 'woodcutters'

It started innocently enough - a dead tree, a chainsaw, a few family members & friends and, some beer. That was 34 years ago.  Since then we've cut & burned a mountain of wood and watched a group of people come & go, get married, have kids and also die.  This group of friends who dedicate one weekend in the early fall to come back to southern Indiana has become more than just that (friends) - this in now an extended family of choice, not birthright.  We attend weddings & funerals together, go to races & restaurants; we tell stories, share confidences & campfires and shoulder each other's joys & pains.  This is something so rare that I have few words.  Respect, dedication & love just might say it all.