There comes a time for all of us to start GIVING BACK By Christopher L. Chubb T HE OLD MAN stepped out of the cabin and onto the wide chestnutboard porch. The sky was clear, and the stars so bright they looked like diamonds gleaming in the darkness. It was a bitter cold November morning, and the weatherman said it would not climb above 15 degrees over the next few days. It felt more like 15-below, the old man thought. AUGUST 2016 Forty years of working on the railroad had taken its toll on his body, and this kind of weather didn't help. He took his last gulp of coffee, cleared his pipe bowl on the porch post and went back inside the cozy cabin. As he walked to the gun rack to get the rifle he planned to put a couple rounds through later that day, his eyes locked onto a black-and-white photograph. There he was, next to his father and 17