Home for the Holidays, or, Crunched Before Christmas!
During college, driving from Oklahoma to southern Virginia for
Christmas, the crisp night air was suddenly broken by the sound
of engine parts careening across the interstate. After a scant 167,000
miles, the slant six engine on my trusty Plymouth
Belvedere had found its final resting place!
I took refuge in the closest truck weigh station near West Memphis until
help in
the form of a Methodist minister arrived. I huddled in the
corner while truckers streamed through with gifts of beverages
from afar for the weigh station workers. After spending a
delightful night with the local family, I boarded a bus which
rambled through the hills and mountains toward home. The bus
wasn't going all the way, so I hitch-hiked the last 30 miles,
arriving safe and sound on Christmas eve. All's well that ends
well. Truly a memorable experience.
Don
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