CHAPTER ELEVENOn St. Patrick’s Day, with shiny green cardboard decorations everywhere, and green carnations appearing at odd times, and shiny green cardboard hats on people who were anything but Irish, and with announcements every few feet about a green beer keg party somewhere over the coming weekend, Daniel and I sat across from each other after a shift, coffee mugs between us. He looked around and shook his head.
"I’ve about had it with all this crap." I agreed, and then he looked directly at me. "Nota Bene, I think you should learn to hike."
I couldn’t have said why, but it was as though Neil were speaking to me. Neil had never told me I should hike, but he’d made it clear many times that something was missing from my life because I didn’t.
"Oh? And what do you recommend I do about
