September 27, 2002

  • Somewhere in central Ohio there is an actual log cabin on a forested hilltop, my brother's cabin, with a year's stock of supplies in the basement pantry.  When I first walked into it and saw the array of goods on the shelves, I thought I was in a grocery store and looked around for a shopping basket.  Shelf after shelf of non-perishables abound.



    Did somebody say *hideway* ?!


    My brother built, finished, and furnished the cabin by himself, beyond the basic assistance of having heavy equipment come in to excavate and lay the base foundation.



    What kind of man would spend a great part of three and a half years on an isolated hilltop alone living the  life of a master crafstman?



    An ex-Ohio State football player, Army Special Forces communications specialist, SWAT Team Sergeant, law school graduate--and--and--ex-Ohio State Fencing Team member whom, though I was a teenager entirely untrained in the foil at the time, I could often invent a new move to beat! (sorry, brother, you do every else so well that I had to throw my one shining moment in

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