Lorien Johnson

7:40am I woke up to an extraordinarily loud “Screech! Chunk! Thud. CRASH!“ from Simon Lopez, our busy city street. I run down the stairs to hear “Lorien! Camera!” and my siblings yelling, “The van! The van?” The crash was not our van, but instead a drunk driver crashing into one of our large metal gates. [...]

Today was going to be a good day. I was going to go to a lecture this morning, and at 1:30 go to Wilson’s Creek Battlefield. SMSU’s civil war historian, Dr. Piston, led a smal tour group through the field. I was running late, you see. Dad needed a deposit made ASAP, and I had [...]