On Friday the 13th we got another Come-To-The-E.R. call. My step-son and his wife had wrecked their Blazer.

Dammit! It feels like we just got my son home from the hospital, and here we go again!
So I called T-Bird and told him what little bit I knew, and hauled butt for the car.

I turned off of the dirt road, drove maybe a quarter of a mile, rounded a small curve, and saw nothing but flashin' lights.
Law enforcement, firetrucks, and a roll-back in the middle of the road. With traffic stopped I couldn't see what was going on, but with the roll-back present, I knew it was a wreck.

When traffic moved a little, I could see the vehicle. It was across the ditch, upside down, and pretty much flattened. Stuff from the vehicle scattered EVERYWHERE.

It took a minute to realize that it was Step-son's Blazer; it was mashed that flat. Now the thought: "Were the grandkids in that thing??!!?"

I couldn't get to the hospital fast enough. I got behind every law-abiding citizen in the county, and had to stop at every redlight. When I finally made it to the E.R. and T-Bird, the kids were being checked out, so nobody knew anything yet.

It took an hour to find out that the grandkids were fine-------not so much as a scratch on either child-------and Step-Son and his wife just needed a few stitches.

They say the wife was driving, and they came up on a car stopped in the road. She went to pass them on the left, and saw another vehicle coming over a small rise. She took evasive action that put them in the ditch, and then over-corrected. The blazer flipped over. The other drivers hauled ass, and nobody knows who they may have been. They didn't stop to help, as I understand it.

That's their story, and they're stickin' with it. From the looks of the tracks in the ditch, and the position of the truck, I'm wonderin'.................. She was charged with Failure To Maintain Lane. And the Blazer was totalled. So.......... the fact that this is a curvy, hilly piece of road with double Don't Even Think About Passing lines tells them nothing???!?? I guess not!

Thank God for seatbelt laws, and guardian angels.

Two or three months ago we got the Please-Come-To-Wal-Mart-And-Get-The-Baby-We-Are-In-Trouble call from the same kids.
Only Fort Knox has more security than a Wal-Mart store, so only a moron would think about shoplifting. They didn't even stop to think about what happens with babies when Momma and Daddy go to jail.
If the arresting officer had not known ALL of us ALL of his life, we couldn't have gotten their silly asses out of jail that day.

Never mind Mother's Day and Father's Day.

I want Combat Pay.