50 years in the making

I wrote this on Fathers Day after waking up early-squirrely and lounging about in my pajamas while other folk celebrated their dads and husbands and favorite peeps. Much like “Winter is Coming!,” my 50th birthday looms meekly on the horizon; like Munro Leaf’s Ferdinand, the giant bull, who preferred reveling in the flowers and shade … More 50 years in the making