It was Tuesday morning and I loaded Jack and Ging into the car (affectionately called “blue“) for the hour+ ride to Fort Walton Beach to pick up a double jogging stroller that I purchased on craigslist. We were just about about a block from our destination, making a left turn, when a Ford Ranger slammed [...]
the story of the death of blue
November 9th, 2010 10 Comments
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poor Blue
August 18th, 2008 3 Comments
While returning home from running errands the other day I heard a crack as I was pulling into the driveway. Strange noises continued for the next 5 feet so I stopped, and this is what I saw when I got out of the car: I promptly went inside and renewed my AAA membership, and then [...]














