Crash
My car sat in the muddy snow 50 yards away from the road I’d been traveling on. 50 yards from where it should have been.
Are you hurt? Asked the policeman.
No. I’m good.
He scanned my stuck vehicle with his maglight. He told me a story.
Not too long ago a milk truck tipped over in this same spot. Milk got everywhere. They had to fill it in with dirt. ( Read more... )
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