I was thinking of this last night as I flipped burgers out back for Guys Night, the semi-regular gathering five of us hold to eat meat, belittle each other, and reinforce our bonds as men. There were six of us last night, as we have decided to include the two twenty-something sons of our friend, Jim, who passed last year. I was initially hesitant about inviting the boys. I didn’t want to force them into something they might not be comfortable with. “Screw that,” Marcos said. “We’re elders now, man. They have to do what we tell them. Besides, it’s good for them.” He was right. It is good for them to be around guys who loved their dad, whether they enjoy it or not. Turns out, they do enjoy it.