Several years ago, when I coached high school varsity girls’ soccer, one of my players was caught at a police-raided party where alcohol was present. Because the school had a zero-tolerance policy regarding alcohol, Nancy G faced both academic and athletic punishments that included missing one-third of her senior soccer season.
“How do you know where to turn?” Dave asked.
I guess you might call it a silly weakness.
Imagine what would you would do if you got a call from a woman you took to dinner 26 years ago, and she said to you on the phone, “I have a reminder of that night sitting next to me right now, and that little reminder is 6 inches taller than I am.”
“I have good news and bad news,” Natalie said to me.
Yesterday, just at sunset, I made the foolhardy decision to go out to my wife’s garden to transplant a few flowers for her.