March 21, 2012 scottcjones 1Comment

The contest form stated in bold lettering that all winners—first, second, and third place—would be notified no later than November 31st. Each morning I’d wake up, report to the calendar in our kitchen, and tick off another day, like a prisoner in solitary confinement in a movie. As the ticked-off days passed by, as the 31st loomed on the horizon, I grew more and more anxious. I’d always been a talented worrier, even when I had nothing to worry about. But whenever I did have something to actually worry about, like the outcome of this contest, I physically transformed into…