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- 25 -We had taken several vehicles to church. Mother and Benjamin traveled in his tricked-out Jeep, George drove his truck, and I in my trusty Subaru. Saturated with marginal coffee and too many sweets, we went our separate ways when leaving the church. I minced my way around several puddles of snow melt heading for my car parked down the street. No question about it, the igloo contest was in peril of melting into oblivion. I would need to get ahold of the committee and discuss. While I was wool gathering, my feet sank into a slushy mess piled along the curb.
“Guess it doesn’t matter if I get my feet wet,” I muttered to myself, “since the boots are obviously plastic.”
I thought it a little strange that the driver’s door of my car was ajar. Must not have shut it properly, I thoug
