ongoing Wednesday event. I had an entire posting ready to post, but it seemed so lame compared to hers that I'm starting over. I hope.
When Shannon talked about jaywalking with her Mom in her home town, it reminded me of Friday nights in Iron River. The stores used to stay open "late", which was probably 9 PM, and I remember the visiting that went on on the sidewalk while people were downtown in the evening. That all sounds so pleasant and small towny, in retrospect.
My story isn't very old, though, and is based on the fact that, like TV, I happen to have a pretty dramatic picture to show.
Last January, while we were packing our car before catching a flight from Milwaukee to Florida, we heard a horrendous crashing in front of our house.
I called 911 for help as fast as I could, to at least give them the location, and we were relieved to see three strapping young guys crawl out of the windows. They were shaken, but unharmed. They had been traveling at a pretty good speed on the slippery packed snow, when they started skidding a bit. Once they hit dry surface they flipped over.
When the wrecker got there, the driver came to our door and asked if we'd like to leave before he began his part of the retrieval operation. I thought that was very kind. I wouldn't have minded watching, but he thought we might need to be on our way.
I once rolled a car myself in deep wet, slushy snow. It gave me a chance to meet my guardian angel, who always seems to show up when I need help. It's always a little dusty guy who needs a shave and drives a beat-up old pickup truck. Angels don't always look so angelic, you know.
Later that day I was at work calling the insurance company, and my boss refused to believe that I had rolled my car and then come in to work. The conversation with the insurance lady was funny, too. The sheriff had told me to go ahead, they'd get the wrecker and tow the car to the garage, so I hadn't seen it.
The insurance lady wanted to know if the car was drivable. The last time I'd seen it, the top was smashed pretty flat----so I ended up telling her that it was drivable if you were really short. As I recall, she was annoyed that I could laugh about it. (shrug----it's only a car.)
Go and visit Shannon's site and read some more stories. Happy September!
My story isn't very old, though, and is based on the fact that, like TV, I happen to have a pretty dramatic picture to show.
I called 911 for help as fast as I could, to at least give them the location, and we were relieved to see three strapping young guys crawl out of the windows. They were shaken, but unharmed. They had been traveling at a pretty good speed on the slippery packed snow, when they started skidding a bit. Once they hit dry surface they flipped over.
When the wrecker got there, the driver came to our door and asked if we'd like to leave before he began his part of the retrieval operation. I thought that was very kind. I wouldn't have minded watching, but he thought we might need to be on our way.
I once rolled a car myself in deep wet, slushy snow. It gave me a chance to meet my guardian angel, who always seems to show up when I need help. It's always a little dusty guy who needs a shave and drives a beat-up old pickup truck. Angels don't always look so angelic, you know.
Later that day I was at work calling the insurance company, and my boss refused to believe that I had rolled my car and then come in to work. The conversation with the insurance lady was funny, too. The sheriff had told me to go ahead, they'd get the wrecker and tow the car to the garage, so I hadn't seen it.
The insurance lady wanted to know if the car was drivable. The last time I'd seen it, the top was smashed pretty flat----so I ended up telling her that it was drivable if you were really short. As I recall, she was annoyed that I could laugh about it. (shrug----it's only a car.)
Go and visit Shannon's site and read some more stories. Happy September!
