Fathers and sons
Last March, on the day that my father retired, I was laid off from what I thought was a secure job in the civil service. Picture the both of us in a little wooden boat pushing away from shore, except that I forgot to bring my oar. And I’m actually in the water, kicking in a panic to catch up.
Up until that day I’d never paid much attention to the future, except as an ill-defined blob of possible disaste Read More...