It was the end of the road for Billy Harper, both literally and figuratively. From the literal
standpoint, the end of the road was a well-groomed cul-de-sac in New Canaan, Connecticut, with
stately mansions staring back at him. The figurative was much more complex and hurtful.
His old high school football coach used to drill into his head that you should never look back
because someone might be gaining on you. And whenever Billy glanced into his rear-view mirror, what
he always saw gaining on him was his past. But ironically, as he looked through the front windshield at
the children playing on the lush lawns, his past was straight ahead, and the pain began to rumble. The
figurative.