For many years Fran and I convinced ourselves that our lives were neatly managed and meaningful enough. We were so busy whiling about in margin less living that even two or three steps away from the tyranny of the familiar left us breathless. We measured our lives by how many more things we could add to the day’s “To Do List” without missing a breath.
Over the course of many years, and through some of the events recounted in this book, we found ourselves turning from the interstate to a dirt road that led…who knows where? We could only see two or three steps ahead.
