The father of my own would spend his days roaming the mountains and valleys of a country you can drive around in a day, guiding the goats that relied on him for protection.
This was no easy job. Sometimes it was dangerous. My grandfather would weave his way through cedar-flecked villages, withstanding the elements and doing his best to keep out of trouble. For this, he needed good sense, and even better navigation skills. Luckily for him, he had both.
So you would think he’d pass this inner compass down to his oldest grandchild? -->