by Mike Wiggins

Lamar Wiggins hated risk. His aversion to it — coupled with his fear of an array of things — defined his life and, by extension, that of his family.
A fear of heights meant when we traveled on vacation, we drove rather than flew — to Kentucky to see his cousin, to Seattle for my brother’s wedding. It meant Dad missed out on the spectacular drive over Colorado National Monument and, because of that climb up the hill just inside the entrance, the wonder of Arches National...