From Gail McDonald

One summer, after dark, driving back to Chimayo
from Ojo, Debbie, Liz and I were telling stories.
Well, Debbie and I were telling stories. I was saying
something like, although I deeply respected Debbie's
advanced degree from MSU, there were stories out there
that were stand-alone strange. Or maybe it was a
discussion of character defects such as "hubris" or
"your time is up" or "doing what you love" and I was
called upon to tell an illustrative story. Anyway, I
started telling about this mid-western state fair
exhibition of antique steam tractors. One of the
tractors blew up killing 5 people. It was unlikely
that the cause of the explosion would ever be
determined since there were no longer 5 experts on
steam tractors. Debbie said she had read the same
story, had remarked on it to several people, all of
whom shrugged their shoulders. It is nice to know that
there are at least 2 brains in the world who can
recall and appropriately apply such lessons in human
behavior.

Meanwhile, back in the Prius, we were laughing
Coke out your nose hard.

It is about time you joined us in the 50's club.

Gail McDonald