One Foggy Night
By Jimmy Lynch
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A man in his early fifties, with a wife and two daughters, feeling a bit adrift with responsibilities takes a walk in his neighborhood one unseasonably warm January Iowa evening with his dog, Lady. He is far-away day dreaming and feels as if their is a touch of magic in the air. The next thing he knows everything has changed. He is no longer in his neighborhood but standing on the Dodge Street Bridge In Iowa City, close to his boyhood house.
He notices that big, puffy snowflakes are falling from the winter sky and that there is a different dog on the end of his leash now. He also can't understand why he is somehow closer to the ground. He sees that it is Blacky, his childhood dog on his leash now and that he is wearing different clothes. He has on old black winter boots with the metal buckles on them that they don't even make anymore and he has his favorite Green Bay Packers coat and stocking camp on!
He closes his eyes thinking he is just imagining it all but when he opened them, Blacky is looking at him strangely as if he too wonders what just happened.
Instead of panicking he throws back his head and tries to catch some of the snowflakes on his tongue. If this is a dream it's the most true to life one he has ever had.
He slowly comes to the realization that he is 10 years old again. How can he look like a 10 year old boy but know what a man in his early fifties does? He slowly walks back towards home, but what is home, now? His fours sisters await him, his beloved childhood home with all its memories and even stranger, his mom and dad who have passed away years ago.
How can handle all this? How will he act in front of his sisters, now kids again even as he knows them as adults with kids of their own and one even a grandmother!
While he partly excited of the prospect of seeing his best friend, Bob and other buddies he is also scared of what has happened to him in his 'real' adult world? Will he be able to get back? Will he want to? What is happening to his wife and daughters now?
It's a fantasy thrill-ride that every adult has imagined one time or another. What would it be like to be carefree and a child again?
Jimmy Lynch
Jimmy currently lives in Coralville, Iowa with his wife, two children, as well as a large dog and a special cat. In addition to writing he loves to read, listen to music and watch sporting events. He is an avid fan of the Green Bay Packers, Chicago Cubs and the Iowa Hawkeyes. He loves to travel and spend time with family and friends. He currently works as a Paraeducator. He has also enjoyed working as a sportswriter and features writer.He has previously had a short story published as well as children's poetry. This is his first novel.
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One Foggy Night - Jimmy Lynch
One Foggy Night
What would you do if you could go back to when you were 10?
By Jimmy Lynch
Copyright © 2015 Jimmy Lynch
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
1
January 19, 2015. That’s when it happened. When I went missing. Or at least that’s the way my wife, kids, friends, family, co-workers and neighbors would put it.
It was a Monday. MLK. Martin Luther King Day. We had no school or work that day. It was a foggy evening, rather mild, about 8 p.m. I decided to take our family dog, my dog actually, Lady, for a walk.
It was a dreamy night. That welcome January thaw time. The fog made it hard to see to the end of the block and the streetlights cut through the mist and gloom to hint that perhaps magic was in the air tonight.
At 51 soon to turn 52 years old I still tend to be a dreamer but tonight as I walked I was thinking about how all I did all afternoon on this bonus day of no work, was run errands.
I checked the tires on our truck since my wife reported to me that a tire pressure light was flashing on the dashboard. I checked on our camper which is in storage at our local 4-H fairgrounds. We are lucky to be able to keep it in indoor storage. I drove up to a big white barn of a building with a half-circle roof, Building C, which during the fair houses cows and other assorted animals for people to see; now it’s the winter home of our travel trailer. Gary meets me outside the building. He’s the caretaker here. He’s probably mid-forties with a big bushy brown beard and it seems he’s always smoking. He’s an amiable fellow and he waits while I tend to our camper
I diligently added new dryer sheets and two new air fresheners to the inside while ending up by depositing two boxes of mothballs near the wheels on the outside. All this to keep mice from roaming about our camper. Mice can do nasty things to a camper and we try our best to prevent this.
I chat a bit with Gary when I’m all done. I tell him about our planned camping trip to Colorado and he tells me of the times he’s been there. Then he mentions the Smoky Mountains, a place he says he has been going for about the last seven years in a row.
We talk about this for about another 10 minutes because the Smokies are on our five year plan. Now that our daughters are getting older, almost 15 and 13 1/2, we’re trying to ramp up our camping trips a little bit. My wife and I keep hearing that when they get into their late teens, the thrill of summer vacations with dear old mom and dad become less and less wonderful for them.
We almost did the Smokies last summer. We were going to go to Myrtle Beach and on the way down there stop in the Smokies. But when we called a campground down in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee the woman there told us that if we were only staying three nights it would be just a drive-by trip.
She told us that the Smoky Mountains really needed to be a vacation all by itself. The more we read about the area the more we figured she was right.
Did you know that the Smoky Mountains are the most visited National Park in the United States?
So we decided to head to Destin, Florida last summer and put the Smokies on our list of vacations to do soon.
Of course I had to run to Target to get the fabric softener sheets and air fresheners. Plus a few other items my wife asked me to pick up as well. I had to go to Ace Hardware to get the mothballs.
Then I went the opposite direction and tried to get our truck’s DVD system fixed at a place called Auto Toyz, where we had it installed. The DVD system itself was working fine, the problem was the screen and support for the screen had cracked and it was loose.
Since we had a Colorado camping vacation coming up this summer we thought we better get this fixed, plus it seemed as if at any time the monitor might fall off and bonk somebody on the head. My job to get this fixed.
Then I realized our truck, the one my wife normally drives now since it is more economical for me to take the V-6 van instead of the big V-8 truck because I am the one running the kids all over the place after school, was in need of an oil change and tire rotation.
So after a quick call I went back downtown to take care of this at the same place I started this afternoon with the tire check, our old reliable Firestone dealer. The place that hasn’t changed a bit since I was a kid delivering papers on my downtown paper route. Whenever I go there I feel like I am 10 years old again, slinging papers with my little sister, Dawn, aged 6, helping me out.
Dawn and I were close, still are. If I live to be 100 I will always remember Dawn following me on my paper route. Her little legs hurrying to keep up to big brother, her cheeks rosy red from the cold bundled up in a purple coat with a matching purple and pink hat.
Errands. I swear they are the curse of society. A time eater. The complete mind and creative thinking brain sucker.
Most men live lives of quiet desperation. I keep thinking of this quote as I walk along on this foggy moonless night. As our dog goes about her business, I am a million miles away. She senses this too. Occasionally she pulls on the leash and I am standing stock still with my eyes closed. She looks at me, cocks her head as if to say, C’mon man get with the program! Wake up already!
I oblige her and we continue. I am wearing my heavy down filled navy jacket. I have my Packers hat complete with earflaps which I have tightly secured with a Velcro strap around my chin. I’m wearing blue jeans and dark blue gloves. On my feet I have a pair of tan Merrill hikers.
On Lynncrest Drive right in front of Molly McLenathan’s house is where my foot steps in the snow disappear but not Lady’s.
Molly is in the fifth grade presently at the school where I am employed as a Paraeducator. A Paraeducator, since most people don’t have a clue what that is, is basically a teacher associate. We help the teachers. We are usually assigned special needs students. We often work with behaviorally challenged students.
It’s tough work so of course we are paid very little for our services. We do such things as lunchroom duty and recess duty. Jobs regular teachers don’t want to do.
You need no college degree or even A.A. degree to do what we do, they say. Any kid out of high school can do our job. I have a B.A. in Journalism and Mass Communications, earned Phi Beta Kappa, and have about 10 years social work experience as well as eight years as a sportswriter and freelance writer.
For having all this I am paid about 50 cents more an hour than a high school kid might make.
So why am I here? Simple. It works for our family. My hours are the same as my kid’s hours. I get summers off so we can camp like crazy and we have never had to pay for daycare. That adds up. Plus in the grand scheme of things, I’d rather raise my own kids than some stranger, thank you very much.
But back to Molly. She and her dad, Jim, are huge Boston Red Sox fans. Jim’s originally from Boston, so he’s a die-hard. Molly was in my classroom last year and boy does she know her baseball. I’ve enjoyed many good chats with her during the season last year.
But they have not seen me as I approach their house in the gloom. In fact no one has seen me tonight and I have seen no one in return.
No one is around when I simply fade into the fog.
2
One minute I’m walking on Lynncrest Drive with Lady on her leash and the next I’m standing on the sidewalk of the Dodge Street bridge with another dog on a leash. I notice that it’s snowing hard, big fluffy flakes fall out of the blackness.
Lady is an apricot colored Standard Poodle who is getting up there in years. She’s almost 14 1/2 years old. She still enjoys daily, or on rare occasions, nightly walks, but arthritis has set in hard on her left foreleg and she walks with a noticeable limp.
She hasn’t a mean bone in her body. When strangers, especially children ask if they can pet her, I always say the same thing. The worst she’ll do is lick you.
She’s a great family dog. She’s accustomed to long naps on the couch during the day when we are at school. She’s losing her hearing but when we come home and she wakes up, man her tail wags about a million miles an hour and she’s ready to play.
But as I mentioned earlier, this is not the dog at the end of my leash just now.
No, this dog is much smaller than Lady and while it is the same breed it is also a different color. This dog is black and has a red color unlike the Green Bay Packers leash that adorns Lady.
I stop in my tracks and rub my eyes once, then twice. I close my eyes and slowly open them again. I look first at the unknown dog with the black fur and eyes looking at me quizzically, the same way I am looking at him.
I look at my feet which are now warmly encased in black snow boots, the kind you can’t find anymore. They have the metal buckles that close them up.
I notice that instead of wearing my warm down jacket I am now wearing my trusty Green Bay Packers jacket, the one with the fake yellow leather sleeves and the green felt on the chest and back with the big yellow G
proudly displayed on the right chest pocket.
This is the jacket I wished my mom would have stored away for me. I loved this coat just like I loved this team and still do. I wished that I could have given this coat to one of my daughters to wear.
But I was the proud owner of this coat when I was 10 years old.
I then gradually look up at the big puffy snowflakes falling from the sky. I see that I am wearing a matching Packers stocking cap of dark green.
Man, nothing is making sense just now, but at least I’m styling!
I raise my eyes past the strange dog and notice as I am standing a train is moving slowly beneath me and four others are stationary.
Then I realize, this is not a strange dog at all. This is Blacky, my first poodle. A dog that slept every single night at the foot of my bed and kept my feet toasty warm.
This is the very same dog that I thought I had killed with a batted baseball in the park that I am gazing at right now just to the left of this bridge.
I was about 10 years old and Blackie and I were playing in the park. She was wandering around sniffing all over while I with my Louisville Slugger 28 inch wooden bat was hitting balls and then retrieving them.
I hit a really hard grounder and it hugged the grass before taking a big hop right into the chin of Blackie who had somehow walked right into the path of this screamin’ meemie.
Blackie fell like she was shot by a 22. I froze, unable to comprehend what just happened. Then as it sunk in, adrenalin sped through my body and I bolted for home.
I ran all the way at lightning speed. I needed to get home now. I just killed my dog!
I raced up our front porch steps and ripped open the door and fell upon the braided multi-colored oval rug that covered our hardwood floors.
My dad was, with WAS being the key word here, calmly reading the paper in his La-Z-Boy recliner when his hysterical son flung himself to the floor sobbing and yelling at the same time, I killed him! I killed Blacky!
Dad bolted from his chair and came to my aid, still not having any clue what was going on. He said, What, what happened son?
Just as I was about to explain, dad walked over to the screen door that led to our front porch and opened it to let Blacky in.
Blacky, apparently was not only not dead, but after the blow that probably knocked him out for a moment, got up and ran all the way home to find me.
Oh Blacky! You’re okay!
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Hugging him around the neck I gazed