We sat back down at the Director’s table while Barb was completing the finishing touches on wiping down the surface. I left the kids safely in the hands of Anita and Sammy and went up to the health office. I had my regulars and two extras. One case of a sliver in the foot. It…

We could hear the melody of “On Top of Old Smokey” start up as the Deer Hutters tried to stay in rhythm. The drips rolling off the paddles caught the sun and sparkled. The view was Norman Rockwell worthy. “…I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed…” I joined in. The kids looked at me…