We were having a nice, but dull, day Saturday until the phone rang.
Our daughter, Cheryl, was on the line and the first thing she said was “Everybody is okay.”
A line like that is meant to diffuse the situation – it’s meant to be reassuring, but it causes your mind to fly off in all kinds of directions – none of them pleasant.
What happened was that our grandson Bryce was talking his stepmom to Georgetown on Hwy 29 to do some shopping when he had a blowout and rolled his truck.
He was fine.
Kelley banged her head and was taken to the hospital for tests. Thankfully, she wasn’t seriously hurt either, and after brain scans showed no injury she was released.
Cheryl sent a picture of the truck from her phone . 
The old Dodge didn’t look that great before the wreck, and didn’t look as bad as I expected after, but I’m pretty sure it is totalled.
One of the policemen who investigated the accident told them that the tire that blew was notorious for causing that kind of mishap, and had been the subject of a class-action lawsuit. That happened several years ago, long before Bryce got the truck, so it probably doesn’t matter.
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