During My Vasectomy, I Heard the Surgeon Say, “Don’t Let Him See This”—And I Knew Something Was Wrong

sun. From this height, the whole city spread out before me.

Mia joined me carrying two coffees. She was twenty now, about to start her junior year at Denver Law School, interning at the DA’s office working on white-collar crime cases. The irony wasn’t lost on either of us.

“I need to tell you something,” I said. “In five years, when I’m sixty, I’m handing continue reading …