Shreds of what was once a suit hang tattered from his thin shoulders. Looking like he has walked a thousand miles, he leans against the...

Saturday, April 21, 6:30 a.m. Bishop’s Lodge Easter weekend in Sangre de Cristos Mountains: “Blood of Christ.” It is the mid-1980s. My...

He’s a bit of a bombast, that man of mine. His dark hair shines – as if oil is creeping out of his skull. It slickens his joints, jaw,...