The Remedy It was the winter of 1966. We were heading north. Traveling up the eastern seaboard of America; following the same route and at the same speed as one of those yearly, August hurricanes that blow in from the warm equatorial Atlantic Ocean. The eye of this storm contained four siblings. Two in the middle, one in the back and one in the front. We all knew our places in the light blue 1962 Mercury Comet station wagon. My 17 year old brother was “riding shotgun” in the front seat, next to my father. One sister was in the back seat, next to me. The other occupied the flat space behind that. Swoosh ... swoosh … swoosh. The sound of passing cars on a wet road seemed endless. We would drive all the way to New Jersey from North Carolina on this road trip. As a military family, we were accustomed to road trips. California to south Carolina, South Carolina to New Jersey, Texas to north Carolina. Always in a car. (Except for the plane trip to and from Hawaii when my father was stati...
Video of Song The teacher never knew why they were best friends, or why if there was a line they be both at the end, or they lowered their voices when she came around. It was just automatic, like a mouse going down in hole Video of Song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLV5yiPaz5Q She never saw them push or shove argue much. But still, they'd show up at school with these bruises and cuts. And they'd shiver in their seats if they were called upon to answer a question, or solve any problem at all. Pass it on from the father. Pass it on to the child. Pass it on to the future. Pass it on down the line. Though their minds can't remember well the rest of them does. And it will always be there, in the bones and the blood. Pass it on. Well, some of us get lucky and we start out safe, and some of us don't know that word at all. We'll cricize and sabotage ourselves each day, knowing that to stumble is to fall. Lisa never did allow emotion shown 'till I got up the guts to ...