Bear Memories The youngest baby was about three, a carbon copy of him in me, When Dad took us all to Yosemite. Not expecting it to become a calamity. The chubby baby smelled of food. He wouldn't share, which the bears thought rude, so when Donnie bopped the bear's brown nose. The bear's unpredictable anger rose. Donnie took off in high gear, wailing. The bear growled, his patience failing. The bear chased the babe. The baby ran. Dad heard him yell near the garbage can. The bear looked around and saw Dad coming But followed the child who kept on...