Date:         Fri, 18 Feb 2000 07:05:08 -0500
Reply-To:     eric.henning@US.ABB.COM
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From:         Eric Henning <eric.henning@US.ABB.COM>
Subject:      Re: Asleep at the Wheel
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True Story:

My brother lives in Rochester, NY.  We live down by Philly, PA.  Several times a
year we visit him and his family.  This one particular time I did not go but my
sister, mother & father went.  About halfway there my mother took over the
driving.  Having done this trip many times it is quite boring now.  After about
an hour my father and sister were dozing peacefully, rocked to sleep by the land
yacht  Oldsmobile.  Sure enough, my mother joined them in their sleep and
drifted off the road into the median at about 60 mph.  She said she woke up
dreaming she heard my father gently calling her name.  Well, it was no dream and
he wasn't gently calling her anything.  He was screaming at the top of his lungs
and trying to get the car back onto the road.  Only by some incredible luck,
grace of God, etc... they did not hit an embankment, pole, sign, or flip over
when my father jerked the wheel.  When your head starts bobbing, it's time to
pull over.

Not a True Story:

When asked how he wanted to die, my grandfather replied " I want to go
peacefully in my sleep, not screaming and crying like everybody else in the car"

Eric H.
80 westy