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When I was Kid…

Grandpa drove his white Taystee Bread truck down our street, opened up the back and told any kid lucky enough to be outside at the time to jump in and grab a Mickey Banana Flip or Devils Food Cake. We played kickball in the street and yelled CAR! before scattering to the curb like bugs. Mom would vacuum at night after she put my brother, sister and me to bed. Somehow I felt loved watching the vacuum’s front headlight under my bedroom door. When I was kid… My dog was so big I laid on top of him like a gigantic, fluffy pillow. My friend John and I sneaked out before dawn, rode around town and dumpster dove for ten-cent …

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Good Grief

Sadness flies away on the wings of time ~ Jean de La Fontaine I once interviewed an 88-year-old war veteran who buried three wives in his remarkable life. The obvious question I had for him was, “How did you cope with so much loss?” He thought for a minute, his eyes began to water and he softly replied, “How do you know happiness if you’ve never known sadness?” Ahhhhh, the wisdom of the old. I have been profoundly sad recently. First, an old friend died unexpectedly leaving behind his wife and young son. A few days later, another friend laid her 13-year-old son to rest. At the funeral home, I found a seat near the little boy’s open casket. It …