The ride around the lake
I got to thinking about the ride around the lake the other day as we gear up for summer. It’s something I've done often in my life, especially when I was young and made the trip with my grandmother and great-grandmother on the occasional Sunday. Make no mistake: this was a big excursion. We'd pick my great-grandmother up at her house with the apple tree out front and she'd slowly walk to the car and get in the front seat with her wrinkled cotton dress and a little sweater folded over her arm. I remember that her ankles were often swollen and that I had this idea that she ...