As a young boy, my years between 8 and 18 were spent
exploring and hiking the woods and ravines that surrounded
the little Pipe Creek. David Miller was a friend during
that time and a next door neighbor and he often explored
with me.

Next door carrys a whole different connotation out
here in West Falls than it does in my current neighborhood
in Buffalo. In Buffalo, you can stick your head out the
kitchen window and mention to your next door neighbor that it
might be nice to get together tonight. In West Falls, you
rode your bike out your long driveway out to the road and
up the hill for a half mile and then back in off the road
up his long driveway to see if your next door neighbor
wanted to play.

None the less, much of our time was spent in the woods in
the back yard behind the Miller Farm. Today I took a hike
and revisited the old back yard. It has been years
since I have walked to the bottom of that revine. I
remember it being much less of an accomplishment back
then, fifty years ago. Oh well. It was a great day.

Here is a shot from the back yard on the Miller Farm
on my way down to Pipe Creek.