By Ralph Hood
I wonder why I have so many nightmares.
I reckon it comes from my father’s side of the family. Uncle Cy – during a nightmare – climbed through the window onto the porch roof, then stepped off the roof and fell to the ground.
They say he didn’t wake up until breakfast.
I can’t top uncle Cy’s story; but at age 12, I did wake up in the middle of the night standing in a cemetery about two blocks from our house. I was standing among many tombs. I ran home in absolute terror.
I wonder why so many people refuse to get the COVID-19 vaccination. Many won’t even wear masks. This endangers other people. Beats the heck out of me, and I don’t appreciate it.
I wonder why I ever started smoking. I started in high school and finally quit cold turkey in 1985. Then I worried for years that maybe I’d suffer from cancer.
I wonder how my wife Gail has put up with me for over half a century. Thanks, Gail.
I wonder about my wandering tribe. Our eldest, daughter Melanie, has traveled to every continent in the world except Antarctica!
Son Kevin, traveling a lot for business, plus many trips for pleasure, has been to England, Germany, Denmark, Norway, India, Netherlands, Ireland, Israel, France, Italy, Japan, China, Corsica and Spain.
Son Brett traveled for five years as a circus ringmaster. He then signed up to work on a ship as an able-bodied seaman, quickly progressing to side-scan sonar technician. He has traveled to Canada, Holland, Ireland, Scotland, England, Spain, Morocco, Lebanon, Italy, Australia, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, Fiji, Tonga, Samoa and the township of Rabaul.
I wonder why so many people sign up to vote, then get “too busy” to get to the polls. (I hope those who don’t vote are those who would vote against my candidate).
I wonder about the history of the “big bang.” What was here before God made Earth?
What was here before there was nothing? If we reach the end of space, is there a wall? What is on the other side of the wall?
I wonder why I keep wondering about these things I can never know.
I wonder if you are going to read this column.
Most of all, I wish I could not remember the errors of my life.
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