Straightening, I asked, “What do you believe in?””Old love songs, best friends, the collected works of J.R.R.Tolkien, crispy pork egg rolls with just the right amount of grease, the Big Boss and eternity.””The Big Boss?”Zachary...

I may be heaven-sent, but I’m not perfect.

That’s when it happens. Maybe it was my argument. Maybe it was my scary zeal. Whatever the reason, as soon as Megan whistles, the crowd is on its feet.They’re blowing bubbles. They’re raising their lighters...