John Carlson: When Disappointment Hits
By John Carlson— I can still remember the day thirty years ago that Nancy and I took our kids to a popular amusement park, but when we arrived it was closed. In an instant, what had been a deliriously happy carload of Carlsons completely changed. Between the high-decibel caterwauling, pitiful sobbing and the uncontrollable blubbering, it was enough to drive a parent nuts. Finally, Nancy had all she could take. “Will you please shut up!” she yelled. But I’ll never…
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