My daughters began digging the hole on the first weekend of October.  The large window over our kitchen sink is my window on the world — or the world of our backyard, at least. It was from this vantage point that I spotted three of my daughters hard at work with shovels on a Friday afternoon, clustered around a growing pile of dirt right in the middle of the yard. “What are you doing?” I called out the back door. “We’re digging a hole!” they shouted back. “Couldn’t you have picked a less central place to dig it?” I asked. “Daddy said it was okay!” And that was that. The hole was my 9-year-old...

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