The four seasonsâ€¦fate and its consequences. The trees leaves along Krewstown Road are changing from green to yellow, to bright orange, to a mixture of the palette in colors that are a joy to behold. The magnificence of the colors are beyond describable. Were not my knees in such poor shape, I would take a two-day drive through upper Pennsylvania as far as the Delaware Water Gap and take in natureâ€™s changing of the seasons. Even today it is quite warm enough to just wear a light jacket and shirtâ€¦I would spend a day or two on the back roads, sleep in a strange bed, see people I never saw before, and eat in places I had no idea they even existed. And, just take in all the beauty of natureâ€¦even at my advanced age of nearly in my second birthday into the second century of a very long lifeâ€¦and the consequences of the past 52 years when my employerâ€™s brother showed me the picture of a home-made bracket clock in a woodworkers magazine and writing the story to come. This story will encompass so many things that just happened because of a twist of fate. I hope the story to follow in the near future will do justice even to a mind going onto his 102 year of life. PLEASE BE PATIENT - THE STORY WILL FABRICATE ITSELFâ€¦ WORD AFTER WORD.