After I got home from work Thursday night I was getting ready to head to the computer lab when my phone rang...it was my friend Dave who is currently the greens keeper at a Canton golf course. He asked if I could give him a ride to West Point Iowa to pick up the car that he had a friend repair for him. Because he had dropped everything and came and picked my Aunt Nancy and I up on the other side of Beardstown a couple of summers ago I of course said, NO WAY!! Just kidding, I said give me a few minutes to get ready and we can take off. We had no more made it to Blandinsville Il. when the snow started to fall,and fall, and fall some more. By the time we got to Fort Madison the snow was getting deep. Dave was cool enough to fill my car with fuel give me a dollar for the toll back across the river and five bucks for a sandwich in case I got hungry. On the way back over the toll bridge several of us had to wait for someone in a small pick up truck who didn't seem to know how to drive, I could see snow shooting up from the rapidly spinning tires every time I got a glimpse around the truck in front of me. After making it safely to Macomb and going to K-Mart for some new Band-Aids (yes, the name brand variety) I was headed back home when I felt a strange rumbling in the rear of the car. By the time I realized what it was, I was to County Market and pulled in with a flat tire on the passenger rear. I started to change the tire with no gloves in the dark, thinking that I was lucky that it hadn't happened out on the road somewhere, midway through the tire change a snowplow came by and spewed slushy snow all over my back. YEEHAA!! I think that all in all I had a good trip I had a full tank of gas, and I helped out a friend.
I shall never be ashamed of citing a bad author if the line is good. -- Seneca
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