The four of us had always talked about running through those woods. Every year at the Fourth of July fireworks show at our cabin, one of us would dare another to go in. No one wanted to admit they were scared, so we’d make up some lame excuse. “My ankle hurts, I think I twistedContinue reading “Alaskan Ice-Warmers”
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The Green Arrows
From my crumb-infested car seat I could see those flashing green arrows over Dad’s shoulders. Those arrows that would appear just before every twist and turn in the road. No matter how far the destination, those green arrows would flash the whole way there. That’s how Dad always knew where to go. He just followsContinue reading “The Green Arrows”
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