My parents just called from France to remind me of where to find their wills. Tomorrow, they plan to hang glide off a mountain.
Despite what my name might imply, they aren’t ex-hippie thrill seekers. My father is a college dean and Russian professor; Mom teaches at a private school and is a very good cook. They walk slowly. They rode their bikes 15K in an hour and a half today. (Granted, they’re in the mountains. But Dad told me he once was passed by a runner while riding his bike uphill.) That makes this announcement even more exciting.
And if I should need to find a will later this week, I’d be devastated—and very proud.