We woke up early (and cold) in our tent on Friday, April 6.  It was my 9th soloversary (I like to remember the anniversary of quitting my job and starting my own law firm; it’s also my late maternal grandfather’s birthday), and we had a very difficult-to-book ranger-led canoe trip scheduled for 10am.  But first, we ran to the restroom and to check the inside of my parked car, our youngest following behind nervously. The reason we were interested in the inside of my car at sunrise at…

April 6 was my 5th soloversary, meaning it was the 5th anniversary of my leaving my job and starting my own firm.  I’m not good at simple celebrations that last one day, so I didn’t have one. We drove to northern Alabama and left the 3 youngsters at my parents’ house; the next morning, my bride and I drove to Tuscaloosa.  We immediately went to Dreamland for 1.5 racks of my favorite ribs anywhere. I was hoping for some quality time walking around campus, but instead I had…