They say no news is good news, and maybe they're right. But just the occasional update would be comforting. Silence can be devastating - left to its own devices, the mind can dream up some terrifying scenarios which have no basis in fact, yet are just as real to the thinker as the memory of what he had for breakfast. It's probably this capacity to believe the imagined to be true that makes horror stories such a delight to read... but I digress. It is so hard to stay focused when your heart just isn't in what you're doing.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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