This one falls into the category of ‘Things You Never Want Anybody To Know About’.
But, once it becomes clear that’s never going to happen, it makes sense to share the details and the aftermath.
Picture it. Fall 2010. A cool fall day in Michigan. (OK, I used to watch the Golden Girls, too, but that’s not even the confession here).
I was taking apart the patio furniture for the season. The chairs went into the garage. Next up was the umbrella. The patio umbrella went through the hole in the glass table, fitting into an umbrella holder that sat on the deck below.