Tire Chains for a Mad Sundown
Wait a second there mister! Halt! Shucks! Why do these loonies seem to assume there immortal. Now I’ll have to call ahead and hope Phil can halt them before they reach Crowley Pass. Once they go beyond Old Trestle Road there’s no returning back, not in these conditions.
Yesterday was somewhat of a reprieve, if you want to say two feet a relief. Tonight will be as hard as has been all year, their reporting between six to eight feet by daybreak, the worst winter storm to hit Harrington in history. The last three folks to go by had their wheel tire chains on, but the last dummy thinks he’s surfing the pipe in his 4×4.
Well, lets see if I can call Phil. Phil, come in. (click) Phil! come in! (click) I shared with county these radio’s were about finished, but with the spending this year, no glimmer of receiving any help there. Randy! Is that you? (crackle) Yeah, Phil It’s me. (click) Randy! I can barely hear you, it’s a mess up here! (crackle) Hey! Some crazies just blew by here without snow tire chains, hope you can stop them before they hit Crowley! (click) Too late I think, A black Chevy was it? (crackle) Yep! Dang!
OK, I’ll phone Sarah down the hill and let her know we got a wild one up here, bless you Phil and you better get inside for the evening, I’m blocking the road right now. (click) OK, Thanks Randy, see ya tomorrow. (crackle) Please keep that dummy from harming himself, but if you frighten the tar out of him, I wont mind.
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