Last Thursday, the camp phone rang at 6:20AM. An off-hours phone call around here isn't totally abnormal. Usually it's just someone without any grasp of time zones. Occasionally it's an emergency. In this case, thank goodness the ringing woke me up because a moment later, the Bossman called over to my house. "Ashley, it's your mom." Scary sentence. "We're at the hospital. Your dad woke up with chest pain." An hour later -- after another phone call from Mom and a bit more information -- I was cleaned up and driving into town. My brain, always at the ready with statistics of questionable usefulness, was ... less than helpful today. Hey, it's January 8th! High of 45, which you've already reached, snowy with increasing wind over the course of the day. The roads are probably going to get crappy as the temperature drops. Your dad lost his job a year ago today. I mean, that all worked out, but still ... Wasn't your mom about y...
