| While loading my truck at the NY house for the umpteenth time, my neighbor,
Vicki, gave the spare tire a nudge to get it out of the way. Incensed,
it jumped off the tailgate and rolled down the driveway. I chased after,
but not fast enough. It crossed the road and my neighbor's little golf
course attempting to make it to the creek which eventually flows into the
Susquehanna River. Fortunately, it was captured by some roses on the creek
bank from which we extracted it. |
The tiny blue dot between the red flags, way down the hill, is my neighbor
with the renegade tire we pulled out of the rose thorns. I climbed back
up that hill, which is considerably longer and steeper than it looks in
the photo, and called Karen to bring over her cute little utility truck
to give us a lift. |
