The Monk on the Plane

...and the myth of 'closure.'

I was flying from Arizona back to Montana, where I was scheduled to visit the recruiter and ship out to Orlando in a few days. The guy sitting next to me, a guy in his late thirties/early forties, was dressed in fashionable clothes, reading a book. When I glanced over at the book, I realized it was somehow related to recovery. So I asked him whether he …