All pessimism has a secret optimism for its object.
“You have your swimsuit on,” my son Nicky observed. “Does that mean you’re going to swim?”
“May-be,” I replied, adding a bit of upward lift to the second syllable. Nicky correctly interpreted this as an affirmation.
“Yes,” he hissed with a fist pump, and turning to Katharine, “Papa’s going to get in this time!”
It’s been a chilly summer around here, and the first couple times I took the kids swimming I had no intention of joining them. They wore their suits and did the polar bear thing; I wore clothes and sat by the poolside with a newspaper.
What was I thinking?
Maybe I physically stayed out of the pool itself,...READ MORE