My involvement helping men and their families began for me on June 12, 1965 when my father came to my college graduation, an encounter I described in Part 1. Although I hadn’t seen him since I was a child I recognized him immediately. I went looking for him when I came off the stage, but

My wife, Carlin, and I have each been married twice before. Like most everyone, we grew up in families that were dysfunctional in varies ways. I think of our journey as being a confluence of separate rivers of life. Our parents each had their own stream and came together to produce us. Each time we