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To: Enigma who wrote (78450)	10/14/2001 9:15:08 PM
From: long-gone	Respond to of 116984

"Oh My GOD, why me?" I thought as brief glimpses of my life flashed before my mind's eye. In an ironical twist these misplaced thought images first lighting upon one unfinished quest, then the never ending journey, then next as the giant wheel clicked slowly to my most recent unfinished desire. Yes, and there was the irony of it all, for one of the group for whose tolerance I have been begging & pleading was set to be the instrument of my untimely demise! I looked back up in an instant, which took forever, trying to find a way to protect the life of my poor wife, for in no way did she deserve my correct end. There was none, the man of middle eastern extraction was headed straight at us in what could only be seen as murder through suicide! It had been a trip of only a few minutes to the supermarket near our home. It wasn't the area which was to blame, a decent section on the northern edge of Metro-Denver suburbia. We could afford no better, nor had there ever been any reason as the neighborhood has always been classed as "low crime with good schools", yes, that which had been last home was where I would meet my end. As the last "click click" of the giant wheel of fortune was about to click for - the final time, there it was, an opening, barely it seemed, though it proved "almost" was a more accurate description of the actual measurement, but in this case, "almost" was good enough, "YES thank the Lord", my silent prayers were answered, my existence was extended, his seeming suicide mission a near absolute failure! Only the rearview side mirror of my Cougar was sacrificed, and for it, our lives were spared! His 82 Taurus careened into the parking spot, causing untold damage to the concrete light standard. Yes, my fear was real, though overstated. "Mr. Katzlenberg", I say, "So good to see you, New glasses not in yet, how's your lovely bride Ruthy?" "Ey no, Richard, she's got that thing with her back again, how are you and Lana this fine day?" asks Joe Katzlenberg the 82 year old US immigrant from Israel 25 odd years ago. "Ah, Ah, Joe, not that it's my business, but shouldn't you use your booster seat cushion so you can see over steering the wheel?" say I stammering for the right words in a trying & dangerous situation. "Yes, but the vife's car, It vas parked in back, and vell you know". "Give Ruthy our best Joe, and by the way, still got those exterior spare parts from your old T-Bird?" ... rh 2001 - all rights reserved