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.