![]() ![]() Two, three, even four kids, that was normal, but seven? What were Mom and Dad thinking? Then we'd have a family gathering and I'd realize that in Dad's world, a family of seven kids was kind of minimalistic. I mean, none of my friends came from such humongous families. Sometimes being the youngest of seven weighed on me. One of the great things about family gatherings was that they grounded me in reality. Mountain lodges designed to withstand Rocky Mountain snow loads were his specialty. My dad was an architect, a partner at one of Boulder's most prestigious firms. Several of Dad's brothers and sisters were teachers, everything from preschool to university professors, but not Dad. ![]() Partly my birthday party, partly an excuse to barbecue, swim, and laze in the sun before everyone went back to school. Our extended family's annual end of the summer bash was underway. BOULDER RESERVOIR SPARKLED in the afternoon sun, inviting the people on shore to step into its cool water. ![]()
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