And so, on a day when someone else reported seeing four types of whales, my
family made me go to the Space Needle and Pike Place Market. I got goosebumps.
Really.
They're gone now. Where's that key again?
Linda, 11 years my senior, had two stories I'd never heard. Apparently my personality was set in stone at a very young age.
- Scene: my saintly Polish-Catholic immigrant grandmother was over for a visit. I was around 18 months, still in my high chair, and she had never heard me speak. Event: I dropped my mashed potatoes, which hit the ground with a splat. "Oh, God DAMN it!!" I yelled. My blasphemy exploded into quite the scandal.
- Scene: two years later, in the funeral processional for my Aunt Helen, I was in the backseat. Event: I turned around and gave the finger to some grieving cousins. Again, much mayhem ensued.