Fleeting Whizzz-dom
Now, I'm sure you know that I have always put Old Man first in my life. And his family always came after that. I never turned down an invitation, never missed a nephew or niece's wedding, was always ready, able, and willing to do whatever I could to make Old Mans' parents happy and comfortable. And so I was horrified when I almost killed Old Man, Sr. There was not enough life insurance on him for it to have occurred any other way than accidental. There was a time before seat-belt laws. I know it's hard to believe, but there was a time when I was young and stupid. Also believe it or not, there was a time before cell phones and Internet. I'm almost embarrassed to write this story. But, here goes . . . Once upon a time, I was traveling in a pickup truck with Old Man, Sr. and three small children. I drove while Old Man, Sr. rode shot gun and the three children rode between us, all of us gleefully free of any encumbrances such as silly old seat belts. About an hour