Certain moments, achievements, difficulties, and things like toys mark our childhood. When I was a boy, The Six Million Dollar Man, GI Joe, and PlasticMan were big items. PlasticMan looked like a normal person until someone pulled his extremities. He was made of stuff that could stretch across our kitchen. There have been many studies…
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On Saturday morning this past weekend, the weather was cool, but the northern wind made it quite cold. We gathered with about 75 other parents, grand-parents, aunts, uncles and cousins, to watch an 8-year old soccer league championship game. Think of otherwise tame white-collar 40-year-olds hollaring and gesticulating from the sidelines, their happiness hinging on…
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