horsekick

(Something my great Uncle Ray did on a farm in Cory, PA before he died from a horsekick to the head; something my grandfather did at his job when he came to the New World and ran the parking lot at the Hotel Quebec; a family of railroad builders, stablehands, and simple mechanics straddling two centuries may have felt they were all peers, but some were rapidly receding into the past, and others were rapidly headed to the future where their sons built Xerox machines and faxes and web sites).

World of SL 2009