The Hands

Happy Friday, the 13th! I was going to do another Ode to Jason post, but I wanted to share a little personal somethin somethin with you guys. I used to live on the water. Not the ocean – no, nothing that luxurious – just on a little lake in the middle of nowhere. We had a rickety old dock and everything. I used to count down the days to spring, because once the water warmed up enough, I could start my day with a swim. The lake was small but deep. It’d claimed more than its fair share of sunglasses and fish hooks over the years. There was nothing in it more[...]