Six in one year is brutal. I lost a couple Sandman volumes to a guy who swore he'd bring them back and then moved across the country, so I started writing names in the back cover of anything I lend now. It feels a little rude at first but it saves so much grief later. A log is a smart move, you can actually see who's had what and for how long.

I once walked right past a cairn the size of a washing machine because I was busy staring at my feet, so you are doing better than me. My trick now is to count my steps from a landmark, like 200 paces past the creek crossing then look left. Phone pics of the turn help too, even if the tree that was there is long gone. That ridge runner laughing at you was just hazing you into the club, we have all been there.

My buddy Dave ran a bar in Sandusky and switched his burgers to 70/30 about six years back. First week he lost money because the patties shrunk more on the flat top and he wasn't weighing them right. Once he figured out a 6 ounce ball was really closer to 5 after cooking, he never looked back. Said the flavor was night and day, way juicier and that fat dripping down gave him better char on the edges. His regulars noticed too, guys who'd been eating there for a decade started coming in twice a week. Grocery stores push 80/20 because it holds together better in the package and doesn't bleed all over the shelf. Fat is flavor, simple as that.