Broadening My Horizons

My wife, my son and my granddaughter tell me that I live in a confined world. "All you want to do is to go fly-fishing for trout and hunt for wild turkeys in season. You need to broaden your horizons."

"I like to go out to eat whenever I can," I protest. "We go to lots of different places."

"No, we don't," they tell me. My wife is especially forceful about this. "We eat at the same three or four places most of the time. No, Rich, you're a real stick in the mud."

Of course I am hurt by these accusations: I'm willing to do different things.

One recent Thursday afternoon, Bob, my son, called m...