That unnecessarily long wind up is just to say, as we rolled into spring of 2024, I realized I was 18 months post-op and had yet to return to the sport I love so much I’ve devoted millions of thousands of hours and words to its doing and telling. I wanted to fix that. And the...
Squadrons of mosquitoes from the air, ready to target me. Luke, forgetting his vow of silence while his hook is in the water, calls to me, “Dad, how about you being in the one who cuts off the heads, okay?” I nod, “Sure,” though I am suddenly nauseous. I don’t want to ...