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One Icy Christmas

In a two-door gold-colored 1973 Ford Maverick with a black vinyl top, 49 Christmases ago, In the winter of 1973, from Chicago, we headed south. My wife's brother was getting married on Christmas day, and I was a member of the wedding party. We were a bit fearless and young. It was very cold, and we were very bold. But we really should have known better. Less than a hundred miles out, the wet and the cold turned to ice, and the road became slippery. As I attempted to weather the Icy Road, my stubbornness quickly manifested itself, but not for long. The weather won. Young and bold, but we were not foolish and ignorant. We canceled our plans and spent Christmas with older friends in the area. It was a different but safe Christmas. Many Christmases ago, we learned to respect the weather. My wife and I were gifted One Icy Christmas with a precious memory, which now hangs on the tree of our hearts. 113022PS

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Date: 12/3/2022 10:18:00 AM
I love this narrative, Curtis...and it just goes to prove that holidays are a human invention and Nature doesn't give a flip about them.
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Date: 12/3/2022 10:25:00 AM
Thank you, Jim, for your comment. Well said, my friend. Merry Christmas.