Seventeen years ago — the same week in August 1991 that there was a coup in the Soviet Union and rioting in Crown Heights — Alan and I went backpacking on Isle Royale for something like 10 days. We learned of these events upon our emergence from the backcountry, and considered turning around and going back in.
But that was only two-thirds of the bad news. Our friends J.C. and Sammy’s house was destroyed by a tree that fell from the front yard onto their house in Atlanta. All wasn’t lost. They were unharmed, and the enormous insurance check allowed them to rebuild the house and convert an attic into a second floor.
Which was a very nice second floor, until yesterday:
In case you’re wondering, I was only the 35th person to say, “What are the odds?” upon hearing this. Deb was the 36th. Courage, friends.