Girlie Bear was positively giddy this morning when she was getting ready for school.  She’s a morning person, but this morning she was a bit over the top.  I was wondering if she’d discovered boys (shudder), when I remembered that today is her ‘educational’ field trip to King’s Island.  Yes, her teachers expect me to believe that she’s going to learn something at an amusement park.

Anyway, as I was getting ready, I flipped on the local morning news, and guess what they have as a top story? 

Today is the 22nd anniversary of the Carrolton bus crash.  Yes, a group going returning from King’s Island was hit by a drunk driver, and 27 people, mostly students, died.

Guess which route her bus has to use to get from Louisville to  King’s Island and back?  I’ll give you a hint:  If they hold a roadside memorial at the site of the crash, Girlie Bear will see it coming and going.

Look, I’m not superstitious.  I don’t read the omens.  I don’t really believe in lightning striking twice.  I’m sure everything will be OK, and the only injury she’ll have to contend with is sunburn.

But it’s just a spooky enough of a coincidence to make me ask Girlie Bear to sit near an exit on the bus. 

I’m not paranoid, I’m just a dad.