George Brown: The Mighty Oak Has Fallen, But His Message Lives On

 Waking up on October 28, 2015, I felt an unexplained apprehension in the pit of my stomach; the kind that lets you know your day is probably going to be one that makes you wish you’d stayed in bed. As I headed out to my car, it was drizzling rain and the moist air cut through my clothes. I hate that feeling.   Looking around, I noticed that the soggy Fall leaves were wildly tossed all over the property as if a storm had passed through. As I drove toward the gate, I suddenly had to slam on the