Twenty some years ago, when I lived in Eastern Washington, I was out at a lake one busy summer day enjoying the heat of an Indian day. I wasn't a father and I didn't have any major responsibilities outside of rounding out my education and taking in what youth was still in my body. It was a good time to be alive, mid-twenties, good shape; family members since gone still alive. It was a far better time than I realized, but isn't that how it always is? Hear the story.
