Catercorner to Quietude

Twas a season in my life when I was energized and invigorated by loud music and parties attended by many, with a heavy flow of alcohol lubricating social interactions and, maybe, a late-night tête-à-tête with a member of the opposite sex. Some of the best times took place at my parents' summer estate, a two-bedroom cabin in Central Wisconsin Lake Country, attended by family and friends, where each evening was closed out with many sitting around a campfire listening to music until the wee hours of the night, bleeding into morning. All while engaging in the lively art of conversation. Since those days...