East Sacramento Writer Recalls Dingites
Dingites
Years ago I had to relocate temporarily to another town. I said good-bye to my most cherished neighbors—my youngest sister, Eileen, and her family. “Why do you have to go?” my niece, Mary, six, said, showing commendable sorrow. I said I would visit often and she could come see me in the new place. Her four-year-old brother, Johnny, told me to “watch out for Dingites” and gave me a water pistol so I could blast them. Dingites were mutant, grotesque predators of his own invention. What did they look like? They had “eyes with fire in them” and their bones—and here Johnny’s voice usually dropped to a whisper—“their bones were on the outside of their bodies.”... Read More
