Give ’Em Hell Boy!
An old man’s early morning advice.
It was still the early morning dark before sunrise and I could see his silhouette in the light of the street lamps. He appeared bent over from old age and leaned heavily on his cane as he shuffled down the driveway toward his mailbox and the morning paper. I was running on his side of the street and would come along side of him by the time he reached the end of his driveway. I didn’t want to…