In the early days of December, one bright afternoon with barely a crisp in the air, my neighbors rolled up my driveway in their golf cart, loaded with three little children. I had not met these neighbors, but I’d seen them many times driving up and down the cul-de-sac in…

July afternoon at summer camp. Somewhere between 1990 and 92, maybe. Who actually remembers when things happen? It’s hot and humid, and we were told to go outside to the field and just be outside. There was no plan, no sport, and no sport equipment. …