Adam "I'm going to the Far Country." Adam said quickly. That part was easy. It was the reason why that would be harder to explain. "Okay," Henry said expectantly as if growing impatient waiting for the rest of the story. Sighing Adam began slowly. "Every night for the last eight years, my father...he..." "Drinks...I know," Henry finished for him. "Yeah, but it's more than that. He sits at the kitchen table with his bottle in hand, reliving every bad or sad thing that's ever happened to him. He picks one sorrow after another, like most people would pick a bouquet of flowers. He lingers over...