A MAN’S REACH SHOULD EXCEED HIS GRASP by J. Bradley Minnick
J. Bradley MinnickA MAN’S REACH SHOULD EXCEED HIS GRASP My mother arranged for us to walk to school together. I didn’t want to go to school; and, I especially didn’t want to walk anywhere with Kate Wheeler. Kate Wheeler was my next-door neighbor. She was as persistent as she was pretty, as forthright as she was forceful. She had no shame, and I had so much. She appeared at my front door on the first day of 1st grade and rang the bell. No one ever came to the front door or rang the bell. My mother opened the door and Kate said, “It’s raining today, Mrs. Why. Does Jason have his umbrella, or should I run home and get one for him?” I felt remarkably self-conscious as I hid behind my mother. As her palm pushed me through the doorway, she handed me my paper lunch bag full of … chop! chop! read more!