Sunday afternoons were special to me as a young boy. Time moved slowly and the only limits were the ends of my imagination fueled by the most recent western I was watching. The good guys wore white hats and men protected women and children from attacks by circling covered wagons. I miss the simplicity of a child’s world and the certainty of solutions that came by following a specific formula.
Like all kids, I wanted to grow up quickly, failing to realize what I had to give up…