In the morning, my wife, Fyllis, and I walked along a path in the middle of town that skirts a series of waterfalls that tumble through the bottom of a deep gorge. That was followed by a stroll in a lovely botanical garden set in an expansive natural environment.

A longtime friend is channeling his childhood. While a youngster, he collected baseball cards that he stored in boxes and treasured as souvenirs of America’s favorite pastime.