Dearest mother —
The quill has never felt more heavy. I have made the decision to holster my sidearm permanently. I shall battle no more. The decision is difficult, but, as the hogs taught me, I must be true to myself. I am coming home to care for you and the farm.
— Andrew
The year is 2007. As you watch the final seconds of Super Bowl XLI wind down, Tony Dungy get drenched with Gatorade, and Peyton Manning hold the Lombardi Trophy, your mom tells you that school is cancelled the next day.
Life is simple. Life is good.