Saturday, June 07, 2008
things that happen when you visit your parents that don't happen very often in New York
Dad was driving me home when he was unexpectedly/unavoidably got cut off by a TRACTOR. The tractor pulled in front of our car and then proceeded at exactly 11 miles per hour (we know--he has a shiny new GPS) for five miles down a winding country road with no places to turn off. By the time Dadrat and the tractor finally went their separate ways, we were part of a 7-car procession.