Hindsight isn’t up close as a rearview mirror. It’s unearthed, like the little blue boot turned up by the tractor a good few decades after I told the boys stay out of the field. Its mud will suck you in and leave the rest of us more for supper. So of course they waded in eager for the small doses of fear children need to grow strong. I remember laughing with the child hopping at my side, keeping from I...
