Shortly after we graduated , on a summery Sunday morning, he offered to take his wife the mother of his two young sons to breakfast in one of the picturesque small towns south of here. A couple miles outside the town, he pulled their minivan over to the side of the road and got out to take a leak. The pullover spot just happened to be on the edge of a 300-foot gorge and he left the van in gear so that it plunged over. He's in jail now 25 to life and the Leadership lady he screwed around with devastated, her career in ruins. The icy wind blows across Lake Ontario and with it the excuses for not measuring up.
Life is too cold, too gray, the imagination too impoverished.
Problems can t be solved, so why not give the snooze alarm another tap and pull the blankets close beneath our chins and hope that a deep snow has drifted in off the lake and that it s too late for the plows to dig us out of our street. We wouldn t have it any other way.