It was a frustrating weekend in many ways. For a guy who hates home chores, they’re even worse when things don’t cooperate and there’s never enough time. But Sunday afternoon I made the drive to see Roger. I could feel stress and aggravation melt away as we sat by the fire swapping stories and discussing how we’d prepare dinner. He’s almost 81 and forever game to go outdoors and appreciate life’s simple pleasures. Mak got chilly and, of course, adjourned to his truck nest.