Not Coming Home for Supper

Hoo boy, John Farr swings his hammer awfully close to my thumb with his May 22, 2006 Grack column. Here's the punch line.

And now we're in New Mexico. The mountains are high and wild, but there are trails, and some of them take days to hike. It's been nearly seven years, however, and I haven't spent a night out in the high country, on my own or otherwise. Every day for 60 years I've mixed sand into my sugar and had to spit out my dessert. My father's dead, my mother's old, my wife has shouldered 30 years of frowns, and I have had enough.

Posted March 23, 2006