Dunkirk Things
Life is a lot of things strung together. I could use the word “experiences” but that is far too fancy a word for me. We see things, we have things happen, and at the end of our life all we will have is a [hopefully] long string of things. It’s a very basic thing. I took a trip up to Dunkirk, New York this week. Dunkirk sits below Buffalo, a slightly greater distance north of Jamestown than back to Buffalo. I had a thing happen to me up there in Dunkirk one time, a few years ago, five at least. It all started with a routine delivery to a rental store on the corner of East 4 th and Main Street. I pulled up in front of the store, along the curb of a medium-size shopping center. It would be a quick in-and-out delivery since they were only getting six pieces, maybe less than that, I cannot exactly recall. Two people came out of the front door. One was a man, the other, a girl. I could not tell you anything about the guy, but the girl, I can tell you about her. She was...