Missy's Hard-Hat
I wasn't old enough to be in school yet. I worshiped my Aunt Missy, who fought forest fires in the summer. I followed her everywhere. I was given a silver hard-hat she had been issued by forestry. I wore it everywhere.I wore it as she invited me up on a horse.To ride behind her as she checked cows during calving season.She trotted. The hard little bill banged into her back as we rode. It hurt.She ripped the hard-hat off m...
