log trucks: 209/365

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sunset last night

Spring break 7th grade, 1970. I was 13 and took a friend with me to Mobile to stay with my grandparents. My grandfather, who was the Minister of Education at Dauphin Way United Methodist Church, took us to a youth group party where we met a boy. Of course we did. He had black hair, was cute, and had just turned 16. The next day he was dead. He had been waiting to make a left turn when a log truck cut the corner making its own left turn. The logs crushed his car. To this day, I have a fear of log trucks.

Inside the post: I first thought I have a fear of log trucks. Then I thought no, that’s too strong. After all, I behave rationally around them. So I wrote I’m wary of log trucks. Then I went to the OED and checked the two definitions–fear and wary. Fear it is.

*my healthy action today: I tried anchovies again and liked them.

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6 thoughts on “log trucks: 209/365

  1. For me… a face-to-face with an anchovy
    is equal to a face-off with a logging truck
    and I was raised on both… 🙂

    btw… how were the anchovies served?

    *my healthy action today:
    Re-Entry into the Public Domain
    with our ‘august-being-healthy-project’

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