With all the madness of the holiday season and everyone getting pregnant or elected, I haven’t had a chance to hang out with my brothers in awhile. My grandmother reminds me of this at breakfast when she tells me she’s not going to buy us running socks this year, since it seems like we don’t even go running together anymore.

“Gram, you’re being ridiculous,” I scold, but I frown trying to remember the last time we hit the reservoir together. It might have been before ...