Jumping off the cliff
With a little nudge from my son
A few months ago, my 14-year old and I were at our local pub.
It’s a familiar, comfortable place owned by a couple guys I’ve known since high school. On one side is a long bar top facing a row of TVs usually tuned to soccer. On the other, separated by a low wall, is a good-sized dining room with tables and booths set on a wood floor under warm lights.
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