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I am never going to make another left turn.  

 Second in line, I followed a van out into the intersection, and then discovered that the van was intent on beating the light:  a green light, but no green left-turn arrow, yet.  

 The van made it.  

 Do you see me, in the picture, standing next to the pickup?  I don't, either.  That is how small I feel.  

 Don't cry for me, Argentina!  Cry for my insurance company.  They are going to repair the truck, because they have found a replacement cab, and will buy a whole new frame.  Do you know how much enthusiasm it takes to bend the frame of a 250/350?  

 The airbag went off.  "Really?", I thought, at the time, or a second after the time.  I am as good as new, because of the air bag, with a cracked sternum, which only hurts when I breathe.  After the fact, I realized what a whack an air bag must deliver.  Most of the things I thought about were collages of the broken shards of my mind.  

 I had sent a friend a picture of my current transportation--a ratty pair of sneakers--and he said, "Wha' hoppen?"  I would rather you not know, but what the heck!  If it cracks your sternum, breathe gently!

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