Episode Four
Amid a vast sea of trees that marched toward the distant horizon, two men stood like gods. One held a double bitted axe, its blade as shiny as molten silver and its creamy wooden handle as beautiful as a Louisville slugger. The other man, identical axe resting over one shoulder, pointed at the surrounding forest with his free hand. The first was my father, the other my Uncle Erke: sunbeams seemed to radiate from their faces, and at their smiles the mighty Sequoias trembled.
The dream faded…