A Letter To My Son

Dear Son, It seems as if the end of an old year and the beginning of a new year have a way of putting me into a reflective frame of mind. I suppose, when I stop to think about it, that this lies in the nature of the event itself: the last day of an old year when one quite naturally looks back on the days so quickly gone by; the beginning of a new year when one cannot help but look ahead. Dear Son, It seems as if the end of an old year and the beginning of a new year have a way of putting me...