What Are We Here For? – Rick Reilly

So we were lying on our backs on the grass in the park next to our hamburger wrappers, my 14-year-old son and I, watching the clouds loiter overhead, when he asked me, “Dad, why are we here?” And this is what I said. “I’ve thought a lot about it, son, and I don’t think it’sContinue reading “What Are We Here For? – Rick Reilly”