My daughter wrecked her first car, rolled it in a ditch. You know that part in the movie where someone comes into the room to and says, "You're daughter is fine, but she's been in an accident..."? That's exactly how it happened. So much so that I paused in the slow motion of the moment and thought, "Really, just like that, huh?".
Nobody got hurt. She didn't damage anything more than a couple of trees. I think I knew about everyone on the fire department, most of the ambulance crew too. The sheriff's deputy that responded was a good guy, actually helped me roll the car back up onto the road. It was a best case scenario.
Here I am, trying to get her car from our old place in Idaho to our new place in Montana (about 15 minutes down the road, just so happens to be a state line in the middle). She had it packed with all her things and we thought I'd make it without lighting on fire. We were right. No fire. I mean, it wanted to overheat. But, there weren't any flames. That's okay I guess. Preferable really (I was just reminded of an incident with some musical acquaintances of mine back in the day. Click here to see their poor van go up in a blaze of what is most definitely not glory).
Anyway. It was leaking enough that I couldn't keep it from overheating. It was good of her to pack her guitar. I decided to make the best possible use of my time sitting on the side of HWY 200, waiting for someone to notice I'd been gone an awful long time.
Here's a song that I meant to counter a certain presence in my mind. Hagridden, means tormented or worried, as if by a witch.
Nobody got hurt. She didn't damage anything more than a couple of trees. I think I knew about everyone on the fire department, most of the ambulance crew too. The sheriff's deputy that responded was a good guy, actually helped me roll the car back up onto the road. It was a best case scenario.
Here I am, trying to get her car from our old place in Idaho to our new place in Montana (about 15 minutes down the road, just so happens to be a state line in the middle). She had it packed with all her things and we thought I'd make it without lighting on fire. We were right. No fire. I mean, it wanted to overheat. But, there weren't any flames. That's okay I guess. Preferable really (I was just reminded of an incident with some musical acquaintances of mine back in the day. Click here to see their poor van go up in a blaze of what is most definitely not glory).
Anyway. It was leaking enough that I couldn't keep it from overheating. It was good of her to pack her guitar. I decided to make the best possible use of my time sitting on the side of HWY 200, waiting for someone to notice I'd been gone an awful long time.
Here's a song that I meant to counter a certain presence in my mind. Hagridden, means tormented or worried, as if by a witch.