A couple of years ago, at our annual neighborhood holiday party, I reached across the crab dip and said hello to my down-the-street neighbor Max.

“Max!” I said. “I never see you and Rhonda anymore. How are you enjoying retirement?”

Max shoved a cracker into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and then frowned at me.

“Who are you?” he said. Continue reading “A Person of Value*” →