home again
...get away from the windows I kept telling my mother but she ignored me even though the rain was splatting hard and the wind was called dangerous on the news. She worried about her hanging plant in the front yard. I cowered in the kitchen. "Stop doing that," she said. My father reassured and reminded me that these were not the dangerous northern winds--the danger would start at 70 miles per hour.
I had forgotten. Minnesota is no longer my home. But I did catch a three pound bass on birch lake--"grab it by the bottom lip" he yelled--"what do you mean?" I yelled back. "The lip," he said, "have you forgotten what a lip is?"
(event: my three-year-old niece threw herself over and over and over onto their brown recliner until it appeared her back or neck would break but she only laughed as we stared on fascinated and amazed at the resiliency of the nearly new human body.)
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