Friday, August 7, 2009
road to peace
We just got Grams settled into her poofy green recliner. On the ride home from the hospital, she began pulling at her hair, stripping her head of its contents. the light gray wisps flew out the window as i drove down I-235. This used to be my town. I've been gone for five short years. It's the same place, but it's younger, more lively. Grandpa didn't say much on the ride home. He occasionally remarked about a sign we passed. 'Donutland For Lease. Gas is up...$2.60.' Russell Thomas McNamara is a stout Irishman. He grew up during the Great Depression and has remained practical his entire life. It wasn't until a couple years ago that he noticed his mind slipping away. Nevertheless, he has an aura of peace about him.