Here we are, my three brothers, my mother (soon-to-be 89 years old), and myself during our extended weekend in Salt Lake City. It was a rare and delightful treat to be together again. The temperatures were incredibly hot — 103 degrees on Friday! — it was desert “dry heat,” which is much more tolerable than humid heat, but hot as the dickens nonetheless! We stayed indoors during the worst of the heat and talked non-stop, pulling out memories from long ago and working collectively to put all the details together again. This is a family of storytellers, so there were many details to remember and numerous versions of the shared experiences of growing up. No reading done, but what a happy weekend!