The Dangers of Digging in Lowery

Corrections and apologies

by Paul Erskin

Dear readers, I hope you can accept my apology. In my mad fever to explore tall tales, it would seem I may have caused some offense.

Let me be clear: in no way do I mean to question the necessity of our curfew, nor do I condone or encourage anyone who may break it. 

Similarly, I have not meant to imply that local tragedies are something to be gawked at and made light of. I merely enjoy history and mysteries. My intention was to celebrate Lowery, though I’ve been accused of demonizing it.

I am sorry. I must also apologize to my father whose only mistake was allowing his boy to try (and fail) at something he always dreamed of doing.

Lowery is a beautiful place to live, and it deserves more respect than I have afforded it.

Will I continue this series of articles? Yes. In fact, next week I plan to conclude this column with one final story, intended to celebrate the “untamable spirit” of our way of life, as my father puts it. These are stories I believe deserve to be told, though perhaps I should not be the one to tell them.

Thank you for allowing me to grow and evolve.

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Please consider your responses carefully.