… but did I listen? Nooooo…
When we lived in Madison, there was this paved lot that the local fire department covered with water in the winter so it would freeze and we could skate. Ignatz wouldn’t wear the skates, he just trudged around the ice in his sneakers. We did the eyeroll-thing and sighed. Two years later, he aced the ice-skating course in half the allotted time and they let him on the hockey team early. Read the rest of this entry »