Easter

During Easter when I was ten, my dad went for a bike ride on the trail by the Mississippi. The river was flooded. He decided to steer with his right hand and break with his left to avoid going into the big flooded puddle. He flew off the front of his bike and fractured his face in several places. If he hadn't been wearing a helmet, he probably would be a vegetable. When you are ten and you hear your father could have been a vegetable it's really easy to start imagining him as a carrot. Needless to say, we did not go to Easter brunch. I think that might have been the year we stopped going to brunch. My dad still has a crooked nose.