Down on the Farm: August
While placing planters on some graves for Memorial Day, I get a chance to walk around and see some of the markers and remember the people buried there.
Today, I saw the grave of my old bus driver, August Lindberg, and his wife Nora.
I remember August from the first day of kindergarten.
Scared and not knowing what to expect, that first big bottom step felt a lot like a step taken two years earlier on the moon.
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