February 4, 2007
We spent the summers in Maine when I was a child. My father worked at a marine biology lab, and part of the job was networking to make sure you’d get a grant to come back next summer. In retrospect, I’m awed by our luck in having a wonderful cottage in Maine, courtesy of the lab, every summer – otherwise, what would our parents do with four kids underfoot all day? At the time, I just took it for granted, like our parents taking us to cocktail parties and then driving home afterwards. Nothing bad ever happened; no-one worried.