“Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you miss them”
William George Ward
I can still remember how it all began. I’d only been back in Kansas a few months, in the town where I’d lived since I was very young. I loved the hot summers, liked to have an ice cream while I waited in Wyandotte Park for my father, who would have just finished working at the General Motors plant. I liked to watch the ducks splashing about on the lake, and then at five in the afternoon scores of men wearing their blue factory overalls would pour into the park with kisses and hugs for their wives and children. Dad loved to fool around with me, counting my freckles, and we would always end up laughing. He always used to tell ...