We’re already halfway through “the holidays,” I can’t believe it. It’s amazing how much days, weeks, months and years accelerate as we get older. I can remember, as a child, what seemed like long, sweet summer days where I had time to lie in the grassy field near our home and chew on the tender heart of a stem of grass while looking at the blue sky and clouds, listening to the buzz of bees and watching grasshoppers leap off my pants-leg into the tall grass surrounding us. My friends and I formed a club called . . .