OUR FRIEND GARTH BROOKS -- who may not know he’s our friend — once told me I should be happy for unanswered prayers. AS difficult as it is to imagine today, there was a time I prayed I’d grow up to be a forest ranger. Happily (for me, if not for you) that prayer went unanswered. As a forest ranger, I’d have missed all this. +++

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