This guy in a Dodge Charger, being pulled around the Hudson Valley by 300 horses, a man without a compass, wife gone, drinking too much, eating too little, nothing just right but sleeping tight.

This guy in a Dodge Charger, being pulled around the Hudson Valley by 300 horses, a man without a compass, wife gone, drinking too much, eating too little, nothing just right but sleeping tight.
He misses his wife—and always, every day, he misses his son. His son would be forty-eight now. Hard to believe. Twenty-five years of life he didn’t have.