Backyard shipwreck

Cold hands, warm heart.

Nitrile gloves. These days, they’re often referred to in the same breath as N95 masks and hand sanitizer—personal protective equipment. But I’d bought a box of 100 pairs of these long before any pandemic, at the recommendation of an old school diver. I was ice diving in a lake one brutally cold February weekend, swaddled in a fluffy polarfleece onesie a…