This week, I compiled our annual “chair” pictures from Silver Lake. Every year, we go to Wally’s crazy family reunion (that they don’t call a reunion) in Silver Lake, Michigan. We hang on hard to family traditions there (or at least I do—even though I’ve only been going for less than a decade, I feel we have to mind our traditions, pushing the rest of the people who have been going for 50 plus years into doing the things we’ve “always” done). Because if there is one thing that cements us to this wild ride of life, it’s tradition. It’s the routine of things. It’s the reliable.