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Commentary
[sung to the tune of “Don’t You Dare Drop My Insurance Policy”]
Susan showed me something about our homeowner’s insurance that’s gonna have me feeling nervous until we figure out what’s going on. In this poem, think of the mountain climb as if it were buying a house at age 34 and paying for insurance 31 years before having to make a significant claim. Susan wants me to consider that the odd thing she showed me about the insurance may constitute a blessing. She may be right, but I’m Scottish, and penury is always just around the corner.
This poem will go in my “After The Fire” collection. The background photo is of a fire in the Sangre de Cristo range, which we witnessed on one of our mountain climbing trips.