Comments on: Chapter Twenty-Four

By: Karen Evans

Karen Evans — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 20:03:20 +0000

I’m having many memories reading this novel. When my father was living, he was an avid bowler. His first job was as a pinsetter at Mohawk Lanes in Rome, NY. When I was an adolescent I didn’t get along so well with my authoritarian, hot-headed Italian father, but as I matured I understood him a lot better & I grew close to him through taking up the sport of bowling myself. He was my “coach” & my ace number one cheerleader! We bowled together in leagues & tournaments every year. One of our tournament stops was the Hamtramck. I remember eating the delicious Polish perougies in a local restaurant with my dad & other friends. One year we missed our start time because we hadn’t allowed for the time change! Anyway, thanks for the memories Ron!

By: Ron Rink

Ron Rink — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 20:01:23 +0000

@Elaine — I do know the guy whose car I was sleeping in was darn scared. I think it was a tie.

Pancakes? Sue, I love pancakes with good Vermont maple syrup.

@Ruth — Thanks — hope so too!

By: Ruth

Ruth — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 15:09:03 +0000

I continue to be gripped by the story and hope something really wonderful will happen to that little boy…soon.

By: Elaine

Elaine — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 13:53:02 +0000

I read all this and think to myself, “What a courageous and spunky kid.” Then…I’m reminded that the courage was born of necessity and it breaks my heart. I want to take that little boy in and make him pancakes (I don’t know where that came from), and allow him to be a kid at ease in his own home.
Yet still, you were very brave. How many kids (or adults) have the courage and confidence to escape(or try to) from cruelty?
I’m sure you frightened the man in the garage far more than he frightened you – you were far more ready for the unexpected than he!