Lately, Ryan has become very attached to one of our neighbors. He’s a former military, motorcycle ridin’, beer swillin’, sailor-like cussin’, cigarette smokin’, tattoo-covered, blue collar, salt of the earth kind of guy. Not the person you would expect to mentor your child. Not the person you would expect to become your adolescent’s confidante. But he has. And I am thankful. Because, really, he’s perfect for my son.