It amazes me, how there are certain times in your life, that you can remember almost photographically. I’m not talking about short moments in time, but full days of events.
One of those days for me, was sometime in December of 1989. I believe I remember this day, for a series of events that would transpire that would ultimately stick in my mind.
I don’t remember the exact date, but I do know it was December. My father and I jumped in the pickup truck that morning, snow still on the ground, and drove into the Tri-Cities. Read the rest of this entry »
