Rockin’ and Rollin’ at Hell’s Gate

            On a rainy February day, my family left the civilized interstates of Northern California, and set out for the Far North, via the Alaska-Canada Highway. My son, Tom, had just turned two (months that is), and my sons, Matt and Ben, were 11 and 8. My wife, Carol, and I were in our energetic…

Run to the Roar

When an aged lion grows too weak to kill his prey, he still hunts. He crouches in the tall grass watching a gazelle graze, while the rest of his pride stalks the quarry. The gazelle bounds off, easily outdistancing the pride, while the old hunter watches. In the gazelle’s path, the feeble old lion lingers.…