In the Grass and in the Trees
One of my favorite childhood stories is the Easter Egg Incident. It really wasn’t an isolated incident – more of a protracted insight into human constitution. The story began in the Spring of 1969 when the local park district hosted an Easter Egg hunt. Having dissected the Easter Egg coloring book, and risen to prominence in Easter Egg coloring, my parents thought I had a particular interest in this most unusual of holiday celebrations (do the bunnies lay the eggs?) As Dad and I drove to the tree-lined park, he explained to me how the kid collecting the most Easter Eggs was the winner. (This was important to 50% of those present) I nodded dutifully, and with wicker-basket in hand, reported to the starting line. Once the start was signaled, I immediately began looking skyward. According to my father, I spent the majority of the time looking to the trees, interspersed with glances to the clouds and sky. Periodically I’d have to move a little to get out of the way, as there were childr...