The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

profit from a single cross-country haul.

It was an insult dressed up as generosity.

“That’s generous?” I asked, keeping my voice level.

“Dad, it’s plenty. You’ll be comfortable. You can finally relax. Maybe take that trip to Alaska you always talked about. See the glaciers, go fishing, all those things you never had time for.”

“With Sarah.”

Silence. Then:continue reading …