1. Riding a Rogue Wave This summer, in Philly, I fell in with the wrong sort. Criminals, nearly a dozen of them, rogues and scoundrels...

Part One: Summer Postcard Up in Vermont this summer, at the foot of Ascutney, in the forest where I always go, I arrived to the cabin...

That year, that summer, that vacation we played out there in the cottonwood-- we were young; we had to be brave. Far out on those limbs...