Four Years And Still Counting
April, 1986
This all began with Epictetus. That probably sounds fancy, but it's the truth. The year was 1977, and I was sitting in a farmhouse in central Illinois. It was snowing, many days and nights of snow, huge drifts, no communication with the outside world, telephone lines down, roads closed.I felt like a stranded astronaut. It was not a good feeling for me, because I did not like facing myself. I was not proud of my life. I was particularly worried about my two sons, children I'd lost in a truncated...
