Backpacking with a girlfriend around the Greek islands when we were kids. Arrived afterdark at the final bus stop. Walked a short distance out of the village to find illicit camping spot under the stars with the scent of flowers on a balmy summer breeze.

I got the tent up, she got me up, and we got down to it.

As her passion rose beneath me - it was a small tent - so did a steady rumble as finally the first of hundreds of stampeding goats trampled over the tent.

Everything came down. Believe me, don't camp on the goat highway.

Now its just the kids, the work, the worry, the pressure - still leaves three nights a week.

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Vigil, if you were my husband, I would give you poison.

Madam, if you were my wife, I would take it.