This is a rewrite of an earlier version. I hope you agree that this is much better. People look at me and think I’m a man’s man. I’ve been told by a good number of women (and some men, too) that I’m ruggedly handsome. I have no idea exactly what that mean...

“Mom, I just don’t know what to do,” sobbed Carol. My wife, Ellen, hugged her, but really had noidea either. I looked on, helpless as well. Perhaps I should start at the beginning. Carol is our only child. She was married to Mark, a wonderful man, who wor...