The first week in July will mark the 90th anniversary of the great sport of water skiing. Not to overstate it or anything, but I've always felt a bond with the sport. We both claim the same hometown. We were born around the same time of year (exactly 60 years apart). Our usefulness decreases the farther we are from water.
I felt I couldn't let this milestone pass without some sort of commemoration. So check out, if you will, this short story about that July morning. And then get out to the lake this weekend!