I drove the Falcon to work this morning. Twas a cold December morning in 1970 when I totaled its ancestor. I was winging my way through a yellow light when my dear friend, my 1963 Ford Falcon, began to choke down on me. It stalled. A young guy who was reading the light came barreling through the intersection and plowed into me. He also totaled his car. He hadn't made the first payment yet.
A major sidelight to this story is, when I married Ruth 3 months later, my insurance company had cancelled me. I had no auto insurance the day I married. Fortunately, my in-laws trusted me enough to let us take their car on our honeymoon.
Ruth owned an AMX, a souped up sports car, when I married her. When I called an insurance agent to see if I could buy drivers insurance on it, he laughed out loud. No kidding. We sold her much loved AMX and bought a tiny Opal, which we never did like. But at least I was able to secure insurance. Wow. What a saga. All because of a cold December morning exactly 40 years ago.
Humor helps. A lady at a restaurant asked for minimal lettuce. The server replied, "I'm sorry, we have only iceberg lettuce." A pedestrian heard a buzzer on a pole at an intersection. She asked what the buzzing was for. A friend explained it signals blind people when it's safe for them to cross. The lady, appalled, gasped, "What on earth are blind people doing driving?"
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