Fathers and Sons

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Some time back a friend and I canoed a portion of the Buffalo in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. One of the few remaining rivers in the lower 48 without dams, it snakes its way through the wilderness, buffeted on its sides by massive vertical limestone bluffs. Riding atop its waters is like something out of an epic tale – The Mission, maybe, or Lord of the Rings, with its strong currents, its green-and-blue glass-water pools, its quick turns and deep forests flanking its beaches. It’s a compelling beauty.

Usually.

“I’m Fine” (and other lies we tell ourselves)

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Recently my wife and I met a man. His wife had told him that she was going to leave him, but he assured us, “I’m fine with it”.

“She’s moving back to her hometown, and I think it’s because her ex lives there, but I’m fine with it…We just bought a house and we have a kid together, but I’m fine with it.”