Girlie Bear was positively giddy this morning when she was getting ready for school. She's a morning person, but this morning she was a bit over the top. I was wondering if she'd discovered boys (shudder), when I remembered that today is her 'educational' field trip to King's Island. Yes, her teachers expect me to believe that she's going to learn something at an amusement park.
Anyway, as I was getting ready, I flipped on the local morning news, and guess what they have as a top story?
Today is the 22nd anniversary of the Carrolton bus crash. Yes, a group going returning from King's Island was hit by a drunk driver, and 27 people, mostly students, died.
Guess which route her bus has to use to get from Louisville to King's Island and back? I'll give you a hint: If they hold a roadside memorial at the site of the crash, Girlie Bear will see it coming and going.
Look, I'm not superstitious. I don't read the omens. I don't really believe in lightning striking twice. I'm sure everything will be OK, and the only injury she'll have to contend with is sunburn.
But it's just a spooky enough of a coincidence to make me ask Girlie Bear to sit near an exit on the bus.
I'm not paranoid, I'm just a dad.
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Was Stationed at Ft. Knox with some of the parents. Happened after I left. Called a friend from Church who's Dad had retired there. It really affected the whole community. Hugs for the Living, Prayer's for the Dead.
Luckily, the paranoia didn't mean anything as everyone came home safe the other night.
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