a downtown Austin newsstand, the humid Texas air thick a

a local hero. It was Caleb Jones, a kid three years

tten herself, was sharp and loud: "Caleb Jo

tion. Caleb had already posted a picture of t

ories public. Thanks, Je

. I was the co-founder of a successful tech startup. I had built a life, a company. I had overcome the cripplin

anklin Barbecue, the same place where I' d proposed to her on one knee, my

et filling the air. I ordered a Lone Star beer, something I had

liar burn in my throat a strange comfort. This was it. The final break. The silent acknowledgment tha