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May 20, 2005

The Eschatologist: The Stars Are My Destination, Too

Twelve is a magical age.

It's a between time that exists after you're (mostly) through being a kid, but not ready to put your toys away for good. It's before those scary trials to come as a teenager.

You know the ones - they're all over TV and the movies.

Too many choices, cliques, conflicts, resolutions, loves, hates, friendships, promises, betrayals and a range of emotions as wide as the horizon.

Which is why Owen took out his styrofoam glider, the one his dad built with him before he died on his way to the moon, and kept flying forever.

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Comments

That gave me the chills. Good job!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at May 20, 2005 7:19 PM · Permalink

Really...lump-in-the-throat excellent.

Posted by: Buddy Larsen at May 20, 2005 7:45 PM · Permalink

I love you man...

Posted by: ted at May 20, 2005 11:42 PM · Permalink