Ohio, Woodsie, these are my words to my mother in 2010. This is from one of the emails I sent her, after my son brought me his out grown, but good looking dress shoes. ": Hes a Big Boy Now
Time waits for no man, 'though he rail and swear, 'though he build monuments from dreams that crumble to dust. From toddler to doddler, time like smoke sifts through our fingers leaving a taste, a touch, and a memory. Time waits for no man. A look that says you taught me well, now let me try this, or I know that already! The handmedown shoes, "these might fit you dad" His second tattoo; for his legacy. Time waits for no man. Her earings and make-up, Her need to save the weak and lost, her wit and budding grace. Her spurs and no gentle ponies but Give me a Pursherion or a Clydsedale! The tree monkey, who's fear is mine.Sharp minds to stump whilst I can....time waits for no man. A sliding slope with no purchase found, a test of balance and bravery, A decline man can slow but never stop, yet footprints proclaim "This way went a man. Time waits for no man." Both of my children amaze me.
The only real difference between a good tracker and a bad tracker is observation. All the same data is present for both. The rest is understanding what you are seeing.