Feeling Groovy

I’m not a very athletic guy. I’ve mentioned this before, but we used to be a skiing family. We’d head north to the slopes several times a year and occasionally out west to the Rockies. I never really enjoyed skiing, but Arlene and the kids did, so off we’d go. I think much about life can be learned staring down a hill from eight-thousand feet while standing on two skis. The first thing that…