Pressed between the
pages of a dusty photo album is a picture of me at about twenty years old -- wearing
an unsightly black eye and a band-aid. A few days earlier, I had tumbled off my
water skis, and the tip of the ski clobbered my cheekbone. In my vain youth, I
worried about a scar, so I went to a doctor who sewed a few stitches and later
sanded it down. If the ski had hit an inch or so higher, well, I’d rather
not think about that.
Throw away and start over? Not so fast.
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I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz... -
About ten years ago, a guy named Dean Potter and a friend, Graham Hunt, put on their wingsuits and jumped off a cliff. The wingsuits enabled...
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