Wolf Pascoe’s son gives him an intelligence test—with predictable results.
Wolf Pascoe writes: “Lincoln’s greatness was that each day, each punishing day, he became a better man than he’d been the day before.”
Wolf Pascoe remembers the masculinity of his childhood.
When his son drops the F-bomb, it sends Wolf Pascoe scurrying down the rabbit hole.
A chance encounter on a bike ride at a park leaves Wolf Pascoe and his son struggling with the limits of compassion.