When my father stopped the truck, my mom exited with urgency. “Boys! Come here, quick!” We ran as commanded and stopped abruptly at the sight of her blue plaid work shirt. It was stained with blood!
I wrote an essay titled “Atchison, Kurashiki, and the Moody Blues” (Moody Blues as in missing my Grandma Moody, not the prog rock band…although they rock!). It was published in the Atchison Daily Globe on January 5, 1999. I even found it in the on-line archives of the newspaper! In memory of my Grandma Moody, I now share it with all of you. And how I truly wish the last paragraph was still possible today. I miss you Grandma.
A Thousand Miles from Kansas 