What a difference a few seconds make
This morning I awoke to headlines telling that Tony Stewart, Nascar driver and owner of Stewart Haas racing, hit and killed 20-year old driver Kevin Ward, who was walking on the track at Canandaigua Motorsports Park (New York). (And, yes - I am a bit of a motorhead - something I haven’t yet mentioned. More on that later.)
Instantly, everyone has questions and comments on this tragic event. What was the young driver thinking when he walked into racing traffic? Why couldn’t Stewart go low on the track and miss him? Evidently he and Stewart were involved in an altercation that put Ward into the wall - or at least that is how Ward perceived it. Ward was obviously trying to show his displeasure to Stewart who may have been doing the same. Did the combination of a black driver’s suit and poor lighting contribute to the incident? Did the track have inadequate lighting?
Beyond all the race...
As a child, I could often be found outside - sitting under a tree, barefoot, reading a book. I didn’t have a lot of toys, but I always had books. My mother saw to that. Most of them were from a series of educational books on various scientific and historical topics. The books fed my never-ending curiosity. Today, semi-retired (working part-time), I still act as a child. I love to sit outside and read. I love to read, period.