Rock Kicking

Yesterday I dropped my wife off at our friendly Hannaford grocery store to buy some supplies for the week. As I was sitting in our car waiting for her, I spotted two young boys kicking a stone up to the entrance of the store. And that brought back memories of a young Uncle Willie kicking a stone while I was running to the store for my mother. I would kick the same stone to the store, about 4 blocks, and kick the same stone all the way back to my home. And no matter where that stone went after I kicked it, I had to follow and kick it again. Some times the stone would cross the street and into someones driveway. I would have to cross the street and kick that stone in the right direction. It is a very strict rule of stone kicking. You must kick the same stone. Rule 232.63B, it in the book.

It was nice to conjure up some of those memories and think about the times when the most important thing in life was to kick the same rock.