Back in the
80s, when my children were small, we came up with a recipe for lemonade and
wrote it down in a little spiral notebook my mom gave us. The notebook’s cover has
a picture of a hungry goat’s face. Inside, the goat is taking a bite out of
each page. The page with the recipe has seen better days, not because of goats,
but because we’ve had the notebook open to that page for the forty
