Chris Ketchum

Born to good people. Walked and talked at 2. Tasted tobacco on my great grandfathers knee the same year I learned to walk. Grew up across the street from The Creek. Walked home straight-legged several times with my blue-jeans frozen solid. Met a good woman who recognized a good man. Trusted a true teacher and found the source of joy within myself before I ever had a chance to despair.