Written on a cool evening in Amherst, NH.
Not long ago I spoke on the phone with my friend and former college professor from days gone by, Dr. Millard Dunn. Our speaks were special. Not just because he is helping me work through a piece of writing that is quite ambitious and daunting, our speaks were special because today I took a leisurely and meaningful stroll around Walden Pond today and thought about Millard as I made my way.
I have written here on occasion about Dr. Dunn before. His influence on my studies and my life are immeasurable. I can’t thank him enough.
In the fall semester of 1993 I took an American Literature class with Dr. Dunn. It was marvelous. He studied Henry David Thoreau and I got wrapped up in it. So much so that twenty five years later I am visiting Walden Pond and calling Dr. Dunn on the same day. That is a special sequence of events that does not come along very often for a teacher and a student.
The replica cabin and a statue devoted to Henry David Thoreau.
It was a picture postcard type of day today at Walden Pond.
The mile and a half trail around the pond was a thing of beauty. I walked along the water and along a path above the water. 
I brought along Dr. Dunn’s book of poetry Places We Could Never Find Alone.
At the site of Thoreau’s cabin, I took this photo.
A copy of Walden at Walden Pond is rather surreal.
It was a memorable time today.
Speaking the rights.
Danny Johnson