In Flanders Fields

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Some time ago I was talking to older son about some of my regrets.  As regrets go, mine aren’t massive.  I’m still married to the love of my life, I have two wonderful sons.

Are there things I could have done differently?  Many.  Some of them, of course, would require prescience, some only that we overcome the goofy fears of youth and take the plunge, such as moving to Colorado six or seven years earlier.  My heart told me that’s where we should be, but–  how were we to know?  Dan had never...