September 30, 2018
I was standing at my desk reading an article titled “What is Your Good Life” when the phone rang. It was my wife, asking if I wanted to come home to have lunch with our daughter and granddaughter who had dropped by. I logged off my computer and promptly walked out the door. Apparently, my definition of my good life includes having lunch with a three-year-old who still thinks I’m funny and wants to play with me.