I met Holland Redd when he was nine years old. We all crammed into the car and drove to the skate park, all the while teaching Holland new swear words and making him yell them at the drivers of the other cars. When we got to the skate park, it was evident that Holland wasn’t your typical lil’ buddy with a Wal-Mart board. He was already a full-fledged ripper. I’ve never been particularly good at skateboarding, but there is something humbling about skating with a 9-year-old who is better than you, and just about everyone else in the park. … read more