The Virtue of Reliability

My 17-year-old pickup truck has a pronounced virtue. It is reliable. It starts and goes wherever I steer it, and it’s never let me down. I’ve driven through Montana blizzards and endured bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic in downtown LA. In both of those settings, I...

Steak and Eggs Spirituality

My father loved to take my brother and me out for breakfast. Dad’s “go-to” breakfast order for his two boys was steak and eggs. When we were in route to a construction site for a day’s work or on the road for a hunting or fishing trip, dad always found joy in...