We had a cookout in Convoy, Ohio, at my brother Stu’s place. They bought a fixer-upper from the bank a couple months ago, with several acres and a barn and several small buildings, and already they’ve got the place looking nice.
In the afternoon we played volleyball. Stu’s four kids, in their 20s, were leaping and diving and covering the whole court, effortlessly and tirelessly.
I used to be able to do that.
