As you know, we spent Easter Sunday at home. I was waiting on a call from the surgeon's nurse because Mitch had developed a fever during the night. It rained all day, so I kept him confined to the couch with ice packs and pain pills. About 10:30 Easter night, I heard a loud boom. Of course, I investigated but since it was dark and raining hard, I couldn't really see anything, so I decided it must be a trash truck making a pick up at McDonald's.
Fifteen minutes later, 2 men walked up our drive in the rain. One was a police officer. Seems a young man lost control of his car, jumped the curb on Lone Pine, drove through the grass, missed the dentist's office and crashed through our back fence behind the wild garden. Oh yeah. I couldn't see it because the damage was obscured by the woods. But once I put my rain coat on and walked outside, there was a car-sized hole, big as life. The damage is covered by insurance, but the hole was a big problem and Mitch was in no condition to make a temporary fix.
So, I called my brother, David, the next day. He and nephew Michael came over while Mitch was in surgery and patched the fence until the damaged sections can be rebuilt. Buddy, Sam, Mitch and I are very grateful! Thank you, thank you, thank you!