This week we’ve been out in Missouri visiting Grandma. My two daughters and I are learning quilting from her, going to the pool, reading books from the summer reading list, and poking around overstuffed antique shops. August in the Midwest is like nowhere else – searing heat, yes, but also puffy clouds barely moving across the sky, slow-moving barges floating on the Mississippi, and even slower-moving people. As my brother-in-law likes to say, things here start out slow and taper off. ...