Everything's Coming Up Josey

It's important to acknowledge that Chase was right and if it weren't for him I might have never found my answers. He likes being right. And, for the most part, he's consistent in his predictions — has been for all of the twenty-four years I've known him. Like the time we raced down Bloomquist mountain on our Radio Flyers. He sat in his wagon, hands white from gripping the handle, and grinned against the sun, a dark shadow of superiority and wisdom. "I'm going to win, and you're gonna get hurt," he said.

At seven, and full of tomboyish bravado, I tucked my feet into my red wagon, grabbed the handle and pushed off. The world whooshed by my ears as we careened down dirt and gravel. My next clear memory is staring into the glaring sunshine from a sprawled position in the ditch. The wagon lay on its side, wheels still spinning. And pain. I remember pain. Blinding, screaming, burning down one side of my leg where I'd left way too much skin on the road.

And then Chase.He stood broad and tall,blocking the sun, blue eyes full of concern. What came next ignited my love/hate feelings for him for the next decade or two. He picked me up, one ha ... read full excerpt from: Everything's Coming Up Josey ebook