It has been raining here all week and it is times like this I think about my uncle who died in 1954. The night my uncle died it was also raining. My uncle Peter was on his way home when he was hit by a drunk driver. My uncle was on a bicycle. He was only 15 and the drunk driver was only 18!I think about him sometimes and wonder what he was like as a person, what his life would have been like, etc. I think about that drunken teen who hit him and what his life was like. I live in an area where we have an influx of Hispanic immigrants and I see many young men riding bicycles every day and even sometimes in the rain. When I see them, I secretly say a little pray that they will be safe.TEARSThe tears mingled in with the rain drops.
He was only fifteen, new to this country and trying to do the right thing.
The drunken teen who hit and killed him would have to live with this memory for the rest of his life.
The families further shed tears as they lived with the memory!
RITUALS: A wedding by the river...Milford, PA
REINACTMENTS: A dance back in history....Harpers Ferry, WV 
FESTIVAL: Crabfest...Baltimore, MD
