I guess one good thing that came out of the years of my over indulgence of alcohol is that there are no cell phone videos capturing my alcohol-fueled antics for my kids to see.

Those stories are shared the old-fashioned way, first hand accounts by those who witnessed the things I usually don’t remember.

Recently I was reminded of such a story I do somewhat recall. Some 25 years ago a business trip found me in New Hampshire for a few days and I had the opportunity to stay with some friends at their antiquated cabin on a remote lake with a name I have long forgotten.

On a cold, crisp October night smack dab in the middle of nowhere we sat lakeside by the fire consuming mass quantities of Miller Lite, and at some point, I am told, I engaged the lake in a conversation. As I would yell out into the darkness, the darkness would yell back to me in the form of a delayed echo, magnified by the great length of the lake. “I love you, Pete!” I’d shout out, Continue reading “It’s All One Big Echo” →