Fresh From the Vine   My father stood on his hands to dive off the diving board, all six foot four inches of him suspended in air, curling his fingers around the hard edge of the gritty grey board, and dove off.  He never missed but one of the last times I saw him do this when I was 10 or 11, his ring cut into his finger from the weight of him standing on his hands.  Down he dove with a sliced finger and his ring had to be cut off and he needed stitches.  … [Read more...]