Dispatches from the caboose years Nobody warns you about the caboose years. You have older kids. Teenagers, even. Kids who have survived to an age where they can feed themselves, operate a shower without supervision, and navigate most, er some, of life's minor emergencies without calling you. You did that. You know how this parenting thing goes. You have the experience, the scars, the institutional knowledge. And then, later than planned and later than your back would have pr

From Saban’s Dynasty to DeBoer’s Dawn Legion Field, Birmingham, Alabama. 1994. The concrete and steel colossus swayed beneath my feet. I...

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