My Line

My grandfather had one son.  My father had one son.  I have one son.  Our line is just that—a line.  We are not a band of brothers having sons and building an oak-like family tree.  We are a line.  Our fathers become the brothers we never had; we become the…

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Visiting Ireland

We’re off to Ireland to visit people I hardly know.  My better half and I are traveling there for business.  Her business, actually.  I am just going along for the ride.  But while I am there, I will get to reconnect with some of her business associates, whom I have met once and whose…

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