While Hamilton attends two baseball clinics in the Kansas City area, I decide to take Liberty to some of our favorite spots on a treasure hunt. She enjoyed our trek to the cemetery with Hamilton this morning, so I’ve grabbed a backpack to hold all the treasures we find, an old county map from Memphis’ junk drawer, and a cooler with bottles of water for our adventure.

“Libby,” I call into the front room where she finished reading a book with Memphis a moment ago, “come here, ...