A new beginning
Last updated 1/17/2015 at 6:36pm
I know of few things more disturbing to a man than having someone misplace his remote control. Perhaps the only thing more disconcerting is misplacing it himself.
One night when our children were very small, I finally got them kissed, read to, and tucked into bed; then I sat down to watch the Edmonton Oilers beat the stuffing out of the Los Angeles Kings from the comfort of an easy chair. My right hand moved robotically to the bookstand beside me and fished around, coming up empty.
The remote control was nowhere to be felt.
I searched under the sofa and behind the sofa and in...
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