Burning Down The House

“Your cabin is torqued.” James, our contractor-turned-friend, told Dave and me pre-covid about our ocean getaway. Maybe, he said, it’d collapse if he leveled it. Or perhaps it would be just fineā€”no way to know until after the dice were thrown. One night – before leveling – Dave, few-month-old Evelyn, and I arrived late inContinue reading “Burning Down The House”