Taffy
Six years ago I restarted this blog on WordPress. Here’s a post from around that time. All-new post next Friday. Cheers, Mike
Not big about “firsts.” You know, first kiss, first car ride, first day of school, first marriage…
But I do remember the first time I saw death.
In April 2008 I flew to Delaware on business. It was the first time I’d been out East in, oh, over 30 years.
A lot came rushing back to me as my coworkers and I drove our rental car through the countryside toward Newark. It was spring: the dogwoods were in bloom and the salty slap of ocean air … well, reminded me of life in Maryland.
So many things I’d forgotten about in our time between Indiana and Maryland: when Dad took us to a carnival and we went on the train ride, those bug-like spinning rides—and one particular ride, the water tunnel where I sat next to Dad and feared for my life.
Don’t know how old I was then, but…
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