As I was sliding down the hill, I had to question the wisdom of taking the trail my 12-year-old son, Tom, wanted to take. I figured that because I was with my dad, it would be OK. But my dear 71-year-young father was way ahead of me and wasn’t looking back. I’d lost sight of him. Tom was behind me, exclaiming that this was the best day of his life. For a minute I … [Read more...]