I remember watching him cruise around on the riding mower. His head lay back with sunglasses napping on his nose, and his legs were outstretched over the engine. It was like he was riding a lawn chair instead of a John Deere.
Moving Away
Nathan Furumasu offers a poem in response to Dr. Christopher Mitchell’s lecture “The Poison of Subjectivism: C.S. Lewis on Conviction in a Convictionless Age,” presented at the Caulkins Lectureship last week.