Mr. Corvus

You can just see him at the top of the tree there, the tallest one in the area. Mr. Corvus. When I was living in Reno, my friend Gene would give the name Mr. Corvus to the hostess when we went out to eat. I finally asked him why one day. He explained to me that it was the name of the genus (or species? Biology isn’t one of my strong subjects) for crows, a bird for which he had a lot of respect. I never was sufficiently grateful to Gene for the influence he had on my life and the mentoring he gave me. We lost touch a few years ago, but now when I see a crow and he starts talking, I like to believe it’s Gene saying hey and letting me know he’s still with me.