Improbable-that you have been there. The top of where we are, the bottom rung, the source of the family fortune if you can imagine what that might be. In winter come a blizzard, the trees in the Moores' backyard would shape the swirl, so the snow bank would stay hollow at center and pile steep on two sides. The resultant sloop would hold twenty kids if we had had that many, and all but the smallest could peek over the sides to see if a lynx might...