Retirement’s Comic Relief: Colossal lake chaos is family adventure
As children my sister and I, along with seven cousins and their parents, converged on our Grandparents’ 722-square-foot home from time to time. The house was so small there was room enough for only one person to occupy the kitchen if the refrigerator had to be opened. And, doing so if the oven door was likewise open was impossible. Whenever mealtime approached, one of us kids was always sent to find Grandpa Sommers and let him know it was time to eat. The first place to look was in the cold, dank, dark basement of the house, where he sat in solitude to escape the mayhem upstairs. ...