T he three of us spent an amazing couple of hours at a local ski area early this afternoon. Ideal temperatures, several inches of new snow, groomed trails. We even chatted (from an appropriate social distance, with apologies to Bette Midler) with a couple of Norwegians and Swedes during mid-ski pauses along the trail. The woods of Mid-Michigan. Who would have thought? Funny the odd places they turn up! In any case, I cannot recall when I have had so much fun on skis. It has been a dozen years or more. And Young Paul is really coming along. He navigated all hills but two, fell only once, and really picked up the pace during our second hour. He may well give the Norwegians a run for their money in another few years, but for now, he ought to drop off early and sleep soundly tonight. -- Stokes