UPDATE:  I moved this morning’s posts to the top of tonight’s posts, but I’ll keep this ‘update’ here.

Just a few posts this morning.  I’ll post more a little later.

Ann and I have to run the truck to the dump transfer station (the truck is full of garage cleaning).  This is Ann’s first time to the transfer station, a place special to the family.  It was at the transfer station in 2003 where dad drove the truck for the first time following his stroke.  The stroke hurt his ability to use his right side, so he had to relearn the use of it.

It all started, because he was unhappy with mom’s parking job.  So, he climbed over to the driver’s side while she was taking off the tarp to dump stuff.  He meant to pull forward a few feet, but instead his foot hit the accelerator, causing the truck to lurch forward about fifty feet before dropping over a steep embankment.

There was a shriek from mom and gasps from employees and onlookers.  Soon, news helicopters showed up to film the scene.  However, the copters left the scene, disappointed by the lack of death.  Because, both dad and the truck survived just fine.  It took two tow trucks to pull the truck back up, but it still drives fine.  In fact, it is the very truck we are taking to the dump today 🙂