January 24, 2016
Soul-baring, flayed-skin confessions of confusion and near despair. A kind of ecstatic agony, because of the relief it brings (or he hopes it will bring). The fact that we were willing to listen was all the encouragement he needed, and he went overboard, speaking about and for and embarrassing his no doubt long-suffering wife of 42 years, who showed remarkable grace and restraint (42 years don't happen by themselves). It was like walking into a therapy session we had not signed up for. My heart goes out to him, but boundaries will now have to be set.