One thing I've learned in 35 years in this business is that some stories stay with you more than others.
I can tell you that I react to stories differently as a parent than I did when was I was younger, unmarried, and seemingly without a care in the world.
Lying in bed waiting for the front door to open and your treasured offspring returning safely to the nest will have that effect on you, I guess.
It's why I spent much of this holiday season thinking about the family of Shane Montgomery and the ordeal they were going through. He was a few years older than my son.
His name is Shane; mine's is Sean.
They both sport tattoos.
It's in my weekly print column.
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