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November 28, 2005
Well, I am my father's daughter
Yesterday, while we were walking from the car to Subway, I passed a grocery cart with a greeting card envelope in it. I paused, then picked up the envelope to see if it was unused, 'cause I'm cheap that way. Then I noticed the card that went with it in the bottom of the cart. Score!
When I was a kid, my grandparents took my brother and my cousin and I on a trip up to Wisconsin to visit family. We had one of those canvas roof storage things packed full.
My parents left for a trip later that same day. My dad is something of a scavenger, so when he saw a coat on the side of the road, they stopped to pick it up. It looked kind of familiar. Then they saw a shoe that looked a lot like my brother's, and things started to make sense. My parents picked up a number of pieces of our clothing as they traveled, although they never did find the match to my brother's shoe. My grandparents had forgotten to zip the roof carrier.
And I wore that roadkill coat for years, in spite of the tire track that permanently scarred the right arm.
Posted by me at November 28, 2005 7:03 PM