Confessions of a Sober Egoist

August 19, 2014 9:00 PM

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Confessions of a Sober Egoist

My family and I are in the mountains in Colorado Springs, sitting down to a picnic lunch. All around us is splendor -- big time, picture postcard splendor. Blue skies. Fluffy clouds. Mountain peaks that stretch up and up. Any moment Julie Andrews will twirl by, serenading us.

My shoes look forlorn and ready for a bath. I lean in to investigate: yes, one shoelace is loose. Breathing deep, I start to work on the knot, while listening to my sons holler as they plan their next adventurous hike.

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