One of my most memorable life moments occurred in Kent, WA during the early nineties. I had run out of money, lost my apartment, and moved out into the nearby wooded field, that eventually became a Target.

I stored my important possessions on my ex's back porch in the same complex, borrowed a tent from my buddy Dave across the street, and set up camp deep inside the field. I had a sleeping bag and a small battery powered TV, that was it.

That first night, my young son Riley was allowed to sleep over, and we watched StarTrek on that little screen. We've talked about it since, and he remembers that night clearly.

Ironically, he and his wife and daughters, and my grand-daughter Shelby, are the only family I have left. At least I have them, and I'm very grateful. Deserving, not so much...