Do you remember how you’d tell me, “Watch out for the Joe Blakes – they’ll be in a bad mood” whenever it was a hot day? I’d immediately be on a mission, turning every rock and fallen stump, hoping to find one not find one. All these years later and on a hot day I still get the buzz of fear adrenalin when I kick over rock tire stump. The fun of the threat has seeped into my bones hands feet. And every time I take that short quick half step back I can hear you saying the words.