I have taken to floating in the Yellowstone. I have finally found a good spot. It’s along the path where I walk Hank, an eddy deep enough to dive in, and wide enough to swim around a little bit. Because it’s an eddy, you don’t get swept downstream, and because I am no longer young and lean, I can finally, float. I was a sinker all the way through my childhood. I was a sinker during the years I led rafting and canoe trips. At summer camp, they lined up on the pier to watch me fail the backfloat. The…
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I realized earlier this week that if it’s August 2022, then it’s 20 years since I managed to fool the bank into lending me money to buy this house. I never thought I’d have a house. Houses were what my parents lost. Once the baby got sick and they split up, once Dad went bankrupt the first time, then it was a steady slide down the economic ladder. First to go was the fifteen acre horse farm, then the house in Lake Forest, then the condo in Madison, then even after we moved in with Dad it was one house,…