My baby girl is now teetering precariously on the brink of teenhood, and I am reluctantly facing the reality that I may need to . . . adjust some of my preconceived notions.
I originally intended to title this article, “The Collected Wisdom of an Outdoorsman,” but made the mistake of mentioning that to my wife, who felt that it might sound a tad presumptuous. At least, I think that was what she was saying. She can
He is a grizzled veteran. His eyes bleached ice-blue in a leathery brown face; pocked by the blistering foreign sun. He looks tired, but resolute, radiating the fatalism of a man who has fought many a battle, marched many a dusty mile; a man who