Back on the Water in Cincinnati

Back on the water, finally, at my new Cincinnati marina.
The day started like a blur: first faculty meetings, rushing across town, unloading the U-Haul in stupid heat, sweat running down my back. By late afternoon we were easing the shantyboat into the river just as the sky cracked open—lightning, thunder, sheets of rain.

Now I’m sitting inside, boat rocking in the wind, sipping something cold, grinning at the chaos of a Midwest summer storm.