Reflections on fatherhood and family history.
We spent a lot of our free time throwing rocks at cars. That’s just sort of what you did growing up in the sticks with not a lot of stuff to keep you entertained.
I could wake up tomorrow, walk into my front yard and be attacked by a rabid bobcat.
Ask anyone about Bill and the first thing they’ll mention is his white t-shirt. It’s the only shirt he ever wore.
I snapped myself out of the daydream, yet again befuddled as to why I was considering Hemingway.
The dream is always the same. I’m stuck in Mesa and it’s the last place I want to be.
If not Italy or Holland, then where are we headed?
Every time something major is poised to happen in my life, my wife, Caitlin, and I split for the coast. This is a deliberate action.
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Jo never thought of himself as a river guy, per se, yet one morning he awoke in a canoe, floating down a body of water that clearly was a river.