As I write this, in the chill of a New England February, I’m thinking back to this warm day last July when my friend Chris invited a handful of friends to his lakeside childhood home for the afternoon. Swimming, boating, eating, laughing. I love that watersprites Kevin and Rich maintained their sunglasses even while plunging into the deep. And I also love that I had left before the voyage on the pontoon boat sputtered to a halt in the middle of the lake. It was towed back to the dock by the passengers who unexpectedly found themselves in the drink, pushing and pulling the stalled craft.