To atone to the natives of North America in some small part for this day on which we remember the first steps of some European (not the first) onto the shores of one of the many islands in the Caribbean (which one we don’t really know for sure) I offer this, an x-ray of my ankle broken eight years ago today while putting some gutters up on my garage. It is a small penance, I know, but the same leg has since nearly killed me with blood clots, had a table saw dropped on the knee, and been slashed by a guy wire.
