The scene: An early autumnal morning in a household in suburban Columbus. I approach the breakfast table as my family readies themselves for school.
Me--pointing at an 8-point buck walking through our suburban yard, passing within 10 feet of the window*: "Hey, look!"
My wife,two of our three kids--the youngest is still knocked out on cold medicine--and the dog rush to the window, giddy. Well, the dog wasn't giddy, but you get the picture. The buck saunters through the yard.
Wife, a deer lover and never one to underuse hyperbole: "That was the best moment of my life!"
Second daughter--the one who, fortunate for her, inherited my sense of humor: "I thought I was the highlight of your life."
Wife--backtracking: "Um, I meant highlight of my day?"
*I know deer are a typical site at the Whitehead Lincoln-like log cabin, but the best we suburbanites usually do is the occasional rabbit or squirrel.
