HOM: Spring Break -- Family-arity

I got along pretty well with Lyn's family Lyn's father was an executive accountant for John Hancock, her mother was a school secretary. She had one sister, younger, that she felt was her parent's favorite child. Teaching was the profession of several of her relatives, and sister Kathy went on to a teaching career and then into Administration, and is currently the principal of a school in Virginia. Dick was a vet who went into the army right at the end of WWII and never left the states. He said the scariest job he had was guarding or escorting some of our military prisoners, fresh back from combat. They were sort of "worst of the worst" and he said he got the impression that killing a human would affect them about as much as swatting fly. Dick's job was high income and high pressure, and I remember that when he got home from work his hands would tremble until he had taken a drink. He died a few years ago, not too long after he retired. They always owned two Ford cars, LTD Broughams. They always had one new car and one year-old car, trading in the year-old one for a new LTD every year. They kept an older green fastback Torino that may have been Kathy's. I do have fond memories of that Torino. Dick let me drive the LTD on the way back from a family-introduction visit. I was going along in my usual care-free manner on the freeway and everyone was chatting when Dick leaned over, looked at the speedometer and remarked "Handles well at 85, doesn't it?" All conversation abruptly stopped. I didn't take the hint -- I was having too much fun, so after a couple of minutes Dick ordered me to slow down. When I did, conversation slowly resumed. Montana RedNeck meets Boston Staid: Casualties result. TBC (Me) (Blacktail Books)