Freezer Fail Fallout

Loss and renewal and meals unrealized

The last part of my 1200-mile drive home from Montana was brutal. Night had fallen, and all the way from about Steele, North Dakota to St. Paul, a raging, howling, angry rainstorm attacked me. I finally stumbled into my kitchen around 2:30 a.m. and immediately noticed something. Or rather the lack of something: The fridge wasn’t humming.

I opened it and…