prologue 

Names are important they say a lot about People and not just what to call them . The main thing they say is how creative the people who give them are. Tho that has some  margin of error .

John Smith has had his name for 62 years and if his theory on names it true then his parents are the most uncreative people on the planet. There is some fact behind that as both of his parents were accountants.

John himself was very creative being a carpenter of some skill he had Even been in a few articles about future  master carpenters. 

Tho that had always been a bigger deal to his wife then to him in his eyes she was the creative one.

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She was a housewife but for her every meal every doodle On a page and every loving word to him  had been done with more passion than any master craftsmen  ever had.

With a melancholy sigh  John swung his boots off the carved wooden raliling and down onto the wooden porch. The thud of boots on wood had the ears of the greying Doberman sat by his side percking up . 

Scott the Doberman was large for his already large breed 9 years of following his master on hikes had left the dog with  mussels that flexed under his skin with each movement.

Scot trotted over to the large walking staff led against the cabin wall and took it in his mouth dragging the 6 foot carved staff over to John .

john patted the black and gray dog once as he took the staff in his ruff hand both man and dog beginnings there walk both  knowing the way more out of instinct then memory at that point.

Seeing as they had made the walk once a  day for nearly a year .