By the side of Route 14, my younger daughter leaps, waving at me to stop. Nearby, her sister’s car is pulled over.
The older daughter rails about her brand-new tire, likely ruined, and then her younger sister says simply, It’s just a flat tire.
“Flat tire” may become our new mantra — our own, hey, lighten up, change the tire and move on — maybe even a talisman, as if the tiny bit of ill luck might ward off the greater.
September 23 — birthday of the young man we’ve known since he was 1, who’s logged a million miles on his bike and is heading to Europe for even more. Safe travels. Much happiness in your new decade.