Sometimes, the best decisions begin with a drink and solitude. I was left to my own devices one evening during my wife’s basketball season, which is a rarity as she is usually gone four or five nights a week, traveling the campuses east of the Mississippi refereeing women’s college basketball. Those nights leave me providing taxi service, meal prep, and looking over homework for our seventh grade daughter and third grade son. I’m not much of a basketball fan. I played until my freshman year of high school, when I decided it got in the way of me heading to the tree stand on a nightly basis, which would be a decision I have never regretted.

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