The Things We Carry
A close friend told me once that no matter how good we are at our jobs, when we're finished we're like a hand taken out of a bucket of water.…
A close friend told me once that no matter how good we are at our jobs, when we're finished we're like a hand taken out of a bucket of water.…
This weekend we made the pilgrimage down to the Fremont, Utah, about sixty miles past the middle of nowhere to meet with an old friend. West Taylor. My time with…