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PERILS OF CITY DRIVING

I revisited Houston yesterday as a driver. It was there and back in a day for a funeral of a long-time friend and former children's choir member of the sixties at Taft, Sally Sanders McDonald.

In the process I recalled my first brief time in Big H, following military service in the fifties. I was employed by Commercial Credit to be an "adjuster". That was a nice word for "repo man". They furnished a car for this clandestine work. We "adjusters" would often team up to do our work.

I was told on my first day that we would take a repoed car back to the dealer. It wasn't running. I was put behind the wheel and told to watch the rear-view mirror and the pusher would signal to turn left or right. I figured surely we would only go a block or two; after all, we were on South Main in Houston, Texas. After being shoved for several blocks the signal came from behind to turn right. I noticed quickly that was an access to the GULF FREEWAY! Another signal to go left and we were zipping down the freeway toward Galveston. I was in the lead car with no power steering and no power brakes, for the car had no power. I wondered how many people expired on their first day of work! Finally, a signal to get off and then go left for a few more miles. The Dealership appeared and I lifted my shaken frame from that death trap.It was then I began to believe God surely had something better for me to do, since He spared my life in that suicide mission.

Going to Houston wasn't all bad. I met Ann there and you know the rest of that story. Yesterday as I drove on a Houston Freeway I wondered how that scenario from many years past would play out today. It scared me to think about it. I guess the fright caused me to get in a lane that was wrong. I sped right through an easy-pay place and got my photo taken. I will soon hear a knock on the door, and then be whisked off to easy-pay prison until I have fully paid for driving on a freeway over 65 (years of age).

Thank you, Lord, for the rain and cooler weather for this November. The deer hunters thank you also, or should.

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