Overheard

When does a boy become a man? My earliest, most vivid memory of my stumbling steps toward becoming a man occurred when I was nine years old. Every summer, my father put up the wild hay in what we called the meadow; the ground was much too wet and rough to be called a field. We needed the hay, so the work had to be done. In dry years, putting up the meadow hay wasn’t too bad. The hor...