One of my best friends from college used to have a Volkswagen bus.He would spend hours tinkering with his engine in the driveway of the house we rented with some friends.He wasn’t an expert mechanic, but he found great joy in figuring things out.It was a sort of puzzle that led to a lot of satisfaction when he got his van working just right.

My father lived on a lake.Before he built his house near the lake shore, the wooded lot was a favorite picnic and party spot for trespassing revelers.It had a nice little beach for swimming and its location offered good views of the lake.