Monday May 10, 2010
I've been thinking of my dad lately. He died 13 years ago today. When I saw this headline a couple weeks ago in the newspaper, it reminded me of an incident from when I was a kid.
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Mt. Washington Auto Road
opens for 149th season May 1
It’s still covered in white
this peak of ours
poking up into the clouds.
My dad worked
on the summit
for quite a few years.
It is woven into our lives;
every night on the news
Marty Ingstrom would
give us the weather report
from up there in his dry
voice ending with that quirky
smile. One time my dad
got to sit there with him
and we kids gathered
around the TV in the living
room feeling pretty special.
It was like knowing
a celebrity. Every time
I see the mountain
I think of my dad.
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