A Random Evening in 1982 at approximately 8:45 p.m.
“Time for bed. Line-up to take some dream-maker,” said the tall, bald man with a loving laugh.
The oldest sister punched her younger brother in the stomach and stepped on her younger sister’s toe to guarantee that she would be the first recipient of the green liquid that their grandfather dispensed. Afterwards, the children could not feel their tongues and their nasal passages quite possibly suffered third degree burns, but they always looked forward to the magical dreams that the green concoction roused.
Twelve hours later, the three kids woke for a large breakfast followed by riding tractors, harvesting corn, watching birds and visiting livestock. A perfect stay at their grandparent’s house.
A Random Evening in 2002 at approximately 8:45 p.m.
“Do you think he is wheezing? Is that a bug bite? I think he needs Benadryl. What do you think?” she asked her husband.
“He is only three. I think you have become a little too dependent on Benadryl to put him to sleep,” he replied.
“Well...” she said as a placeholder while formulating a response.
“NyQuil!” she exclaimed.
“No, Benadryl,” he said, confused by her outburst.
“NyQuil. He gave us NyQuil to go to sleep. My grandfather gave us NyQuil,” she said.
