Canoeing on the Neuse, and a Talent for Misprediction

Standing in a swiftly moving river with water up to my waist, one hand gripping the fallen tree that capsized us and the other clinging to my canoe to keep it from being swept downstream, I learned something important about myself. I’m always wrong about the things I dread.

Let me back up a bit from that capsized moment, so y’all won’t think I’m crazy.