My wife spent weeks pushing me to go on a fishing trip with my brother. She wanted to know the exact time I was leaving, whether I’d have cell reception, and precisely when I’d be back. I loaded…
Steven’s truck was parked half a block from my house with the engine off and two fishing rods sticking out over the tailgate. We looked exactly like two idiots who had gotten lost on the way to a lake. The cooler was in the back. Tackle boxes were stacked behind the seats. My overnight bag … Read more