In 1970 we stayed at the Trust Bed and Breakfast. Charming, family-run, the richest food, the freshest fruits and vegetables. The children played with the proprietor’s kids. I remember thinking how charming. A warm July Saturday on the lake at twilight. The first time I saw a glow-in-the-dark Frisbee. We mused about rods and cones and wondered if it glowed for the cats. It hit your father in the nose and he was so charming. Time has a wicked sense of humor, you know. Nowadays you couldn’t pay me to go to the bathroom in such a place, let alone sleep in it. Imagine the child labor laws; forcing your children to play with strangers, even if we weren’t that strange; just how filthy it really was; how today’s standards have so charmingly destroyed our reliance on such quaint and ancient dangers.