The first time I dressed up this month, I wore a white dress shirt, slim black dress pants, and a slim tie. The second time I wore a light gray suit, with a sunny yellow vest and tie to match. The first time, I sat in quiet remembrance and accepted the hanging finality of the event. The second time, I celebrated a joyous beginning. Both times, relatives were puffy eyed for different reasons.
Saturday, October 17th. A patchy overcast settles over the Wyoming Valley. But even on the cloudiest days, enough sunlight comes through and bounces off the golden coating of Wal-Mart, making it the one building you’re bound to notice if you’re driving along Interstate 81. It is 12:30 and an influx of patrons are rushing through the automatic doors. On the side of the store is the Lawn and Garden section where, as early as a month prior, would have been filled with customers taking advantage of the sales on garden soil and manure. Adjacent to the store, a Chuck E Cheese and a Wine and Spirits shop, where children and adults alike reward themselves for surviving another trip to Wal-Mart. In a few seconds, an enraged man is about to bring all the scary stories you hear on the news, about a crazed gunman who finally went berserk, home.
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I’m taking a week off for the first time since May. I’ve been having trouble formulating ideas and I don’t want to write just anything if my heart isn’t into it. I’m going to spend this week to come up with some blog ideas as well as write a spooky short story since it’s that time of year again. See y’all next week.