Sunday, December 12, 2010

straight lines

Once I was in the tractor with my dad. It was quiet. Then he said:

"Straight lines. My life is full of straight lines. The straighter the better; on curves you lose."

Then it was quiet again.
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2 comments:

Shirley Hooge said...

I laughed and laughed.

December 13, 2010 at 7:58 PM
Anonymous said...

Karen, you bring all kinds of new meaning to old events. Things that I never knew to be, suddenly are.
Dad

December 13, 2010 at 8:43 PM

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