Reclining on the deck at my stepmother and fathers place in Boulder Colorado has always been really nice. The thin, clean, crisp mountain air, the view of the flatirons, the glass of Mountain Dew. This time it is somehow different though, maybe it's because so much happened since I was here the last time in 2000, maybe it's because I am here with my sister again, which last happened in 1995, just before I left for my big adventure. Or maybe it's just because I am here for the first time as a soon to be real uncle (as opposed to step-uncle).