Chuck Zumbrun

Tales from Skunk Hill

Wake up call

Yesterday I was going over to see my good friends Bruce and Janice. I was cruising down Carroll Road, driving 5 mph under the speed limit (as usual, if you’re ever cussing the dawdling !$%# in front of you, it’s probably me), singing along with my favorite Robert Earl Keen song, and minding my own business as I approached the intersection of Carroll and Bethel, right by Carroll High School.

I had the green light and was just coming up to the intersection when someone blasted through the red light at at least 50 mph on Bethel. I locked up the brakes (to the engineer at Ford who designed the ABS brakes, kudos) and they missed me by inches. (Well, probably feet, but it seemed like inches at the time.)

I was shook. If I’d left home a 1/4 second earlier, if I’d driven a fraction of a mile per faster they’d of T-boned me dead on. Wouldn’t have been a pretty scene.

So friends, life is sweet, and may be oh so short. So stop reading this nonsense and go hug your beloved, or call your family, or send a friend an email, and tell them how much you love them.

3 responses to “Wake up call”

  1. Missy Avatar
    Missy

    Love ya! (and Debbie too)

  2. Judy Avatar
    Judy

    Amen.

  3. anne Avatar
    anne

    I have a great brother. I love you.

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