I grew up near Waco, Texas and have fond childhood memories of family picnics at Cameron Park. I was ten years old when I first visited Lover’s Leap, a site high atop the limestone cliffs that overlook the Brazos River. In my youth I could throw a rock across the river striking the trees on the other side. It was here, as a junior at Baylor that I first dated the girl that would become my wife. And it was in this park that I proposed to her 53 years ago.