Month: July 1994
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reaching for the brass ring
The pay-to-play lotteries intrigue me until I remember grocery store contests. I have scratched, torn, rubbed, glued, taped, pasted and filled in the blanks. For years I followed the instructions on all those wonderful free contests promising prizes to hundreds of dollars and vehicles. Twice I was an instant winner. Let’s see the box of…
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I’d rather change a tire
Somehow I have avoided two things all my adult life: Changing flat tires and wading through the paper work of admitting a family member to the hospital. The last time I had a flat tire, I had barely pulled off the road when a gentleman driving a semi-truck pulled in behind me, whipped out a…
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adventures in the park
I lose cars in parking lots. I park them neatly between the yellow lines, slide out, lock the doors, do my shopping and when I return, I can not find my car unless I park right in front of the exit. Pushing a loaded car of sacks, tired from shopping, I emerge from the store,…
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Finding the testing site
After getting four teens through the drivers’ test, I am convince that the first test is finding the test. The first teen went to the bottom floor of the TAC house to test. The next teen went to Smackover Municipal building. When his brother was ready to take the test we went back to the…