Family Men

Man of the sea

I come from a long line of stubborn Picarella men. If we craft an argument (and it’s most definitely a form of craftsmanship), then we can’t back down whether we’re right or . . . .
We’re right, so we’ll leave it at that.
It all began one sunny afternoon when a friend asked, “Have you taken your son fishing yet?”
“No,” I answered. “But I should. He’s already 11.”
My wife overheard the conversation and said to me, &ldq...

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