I can't believe I'm actually doing this. My boot covered feet stomp up the porch steps of the cabin.

This morning I was across the state six hours away from Liston Hills picking up Aaron, my eldest stepbrother, David's five-year old son. My destination was a one-way ride to New York and then another to Washington the next morning. Diamond was in the crappiest mood since I had to inform my genius and half-crazy friend that we were staying with David for the night.

Plus, let's not ...