life, in con­cen­trated form

-- August 13th, 2014 --
ice bag

It’s the pic­ture that will make us laugh in deep­est Feb­ru­ary, the pic­ture that will sum up Sum­mer 2014, the one that spells our fam­ily in a nut­shell (and I mean that) and keeps us look­ing for­ward to every time we have the chance to be together.

You know those fam­ily sto­ries where you can’t really tell truth from fic­tion any­more?  This is one of them.  “The Tall Tale of the Ice Bag.”  Yes, it has our name in the han­dle (and also in the inside of the bag, but that’s not impor­tant).  It’s one of the LL Bean bags we bought years ago in Maine at the out­let store, a store full of bags with mis­taken mono­grams, mis­taken names, or just mono­grams and names of peo­ple who for­got to pick up their orders.  I think this one says “Dylan.”  Did John give it to Joel?  Did Joel expe­ri­ence an under­stand­able moment of bag envy and sim­ply walk off with it?  The mat­ter has been thrashed out in every pos­si­ble way, with both men cling­ing in a com­pletely incom­pre­hen­si­ble way to this piece of canvas.

Finally, with the wave of a Sharpie, Joel solved the…