too much, too young
William Trost Richards
we’d gotten a tent pavilion, a couple of kegs of beer, there was cake, he made a speech, it rained, there was a rainbow, there was grilling, then a campfire with marshmallows. lots of new cousins and other relatives to play with. after all this, once we got back, i asked my kids what their favorite part of the trip was.
the safety instruction cards from the airplanes.
i let them both keep one and they both study them over breakfast each morning now. it’s like their own little newspaper, filled with misfortune and human misery; little ant-like people escaping from burning airplanes, life rafts, evacuation routes, how to float in the ice cold ocean. they fucking love them.
airplane safety cards.