Fifteen years ago, I wrote a column that I came to regret as soon as it was published.
Whenever I hear someone say proudly that he has no regrets in life, a string of regrets runs through my heart and quickly humbles me (‘umbles as we say in the mountains).
What I wrote, hurt at least a couple of people and angered others. “Pride goeth before destruction,” saith the good book, so all I need to do is…