This Reminds Me

Many thanks for the pings, cards and calls to Julia.  Her neurologist and opthalmalogist are both “amazed” at her recovery.  After an unexpected three days flat on her back at home required to heal her still-leaking spinal tap puncture, she returned to school.  She’s still seeing double, and will be for awhile.   Two Hannahs, two Loises, two Rachels —- omigosh, frightening!

I used to love to read scary novels.  I had to finish The Shining on my Remco lunch breaks – couldn’t read it at night.  Cujo reinforced every feeling I ever had about dogs.  And The Stand – I even devoured the 25% longer uncut version.  Twice.

Never know what you might jump out at you at Costco….

Now the too-friendly stranger in a parking lot frightens me more than a smeared REDRUM.    Rabid clerics chill my blood, not rabid dogs.  And a spectral virus decimating the world holds no importance compared to the one that crawled up my child’s spine.

In Stephen King’s introduction to Danse Macabre, he said people asked him, “How can you write this stuff?’  And his reply was, “How can you read it?”

I think I would answer, “Because it’s not as scary as the world we live in.”

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