|His dying regret was being unable to personally|
run over Hitler with his wheelchair.
But I've had fear. Several kinds:
- The fear that the angry black cricket in my basement will locate me before I locate it.
- The fear at Disney World during the Tower of Terror ride, which required special tools to pry my carpal-tunnel-locked grip on the so-called safety bar.
- The fear in bed, haunted with the visions of Nazi face-melting the night after I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark.
The kind of fear I'm writing about today is a different kind of fear, a fear you experience right before something really really horrible is going to happen. That something hasn't happened yet, but it's the anticipation that ratchets up the horror.