Mom,

Thanks for the Lessons

Mom and me — September, 65

I write a lot about my father and grandfather. They were two of the best men – real men – I’ve known, and they were the alpha males that largely shaped me. I don’t write as much about my mother, but should. Mom was just as much of an influence. The fall before I was born, she was squirrel hunting and chasing coon dogs while sev…