They are like brothers to me, this band of disparate men in various stages of repair.
We are doctors, diesel mechanics, purveyors of coffee, psychiatrists, students and writers, at least by lines denoted on our resumes.
But when we’re together, we’re bigger than our titles, those small words that encompass so much of our lives.
We have climbed mountains together, paddled into wild lakes, floated rivers, drank deeply from what surrounded us. Continue reading Strong at the broken places