Don Hymans


My ex-wife asks me at drop-off whether I would be interested in attending a reptile exhibit with her and the kids at her town recreation center on Sunday, and asks whether I would be interested in having dinner with her—salmon filets with a Cajun spice rub and bisque—at her newly furnished and decorated 1.3-million-dollar house near the lakefront, then sleep over. I found the house for her myself. I spent nine months doing real estate drive-by’s, avoiding power line properties and swamp yards in the wealthiest towns in the Midwest because of her relocation and promotion.

I love reptiles. Most of them live solitary lives and rest curious in isolated,