what it's time for is up to you--

Friday, November 10

It was dark, even though the hour was early.

I was dropping off my youngest (and yes, last) son at the fair to meet some friends. A racket thundered above the roof of the car. A helicopter is landing in the fair? yes, I said, they seem to be giving helicopter rides. Then, in the moment all parents become someone else, I said, "don't go on that. there's always some helicopter ride somewhere that crashes."
Oh, no, I didn't really say that!

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