This weekend I practiced my weekly Sunday morning, 40-something, ritual. I got up and watched CBS Sunday Morning. I mean that is what 40-somethings do, right (#justme?). There was a really incredible feel-good story embedded in a news cycle of crazy that made me sit up. Not much gets my slouchy, Sunday self to sit up – this did.
It told a story of a high school swim team comprised of members so bad that at least one of them didn’t know how to swim. I mean, for real, he was more of a drowner than a swimmer, but