It was a rainy, yucko day—the kind that makes you want to cancel everything. But I dragged myself to the Village Inn for one reason: Skip’s presentation. The room? Leaking. Buckets, folding caution signs, and water dripping from ceiling tiles and light fixtures just behind us. It was slightly alarming—electrical fire, anyone? Fortunately, that didn’t … Continue reading Buckets, Brain-Fire, and a Great Big Wobble