You Don’t Say

 

1. You know what’s sad - one of the last memories of my Dad was of him and my Mom having a somewhat heated argument in the front seat of the car, as my Dad demanded she kept driving after seeing a guy on the side of the road - all slumped over. My Mom said - as a Doctor, you must stop - my Dad said - I won’t risk our future on a lawsuit. We are a minute from the nearest fire station, we will stop there. And that was in 1968.

   I’ve seen and been there (hubby’s family lives in the Western suburbs) - Detroit streets are notorious for people doing 40+ miles an hour - you purposely or accidentally step off a curb - you are a goner. It’s a given. That the driver stopped to help and ended up in worse condition than the kid - shows how bad that mob attacked.

   And yes - mysterious that we can view the ‘hit’ but not the ‘attack’.

   Now you know why I quash any attempt for my hubby to move ‘back home’ (that and the damn cold weather).

   Posted by wardmama4       04/11/2014  at  07:30 AM  



2. Latrez? Wonzey? wtf?

   Posted by LyndonB       04/13/2014  at  06:00 AM  

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