Early one I was computering by the living room window when I heard this metallic crunch. I looked outside and saw that this stupid old lady in an equally stupid boat of a car had managed -- on a broad wide street with no traffic -- to collide into my Bucky.
This was a very sore spot and took a very great effort to be polite. My dear beloved Dotty had been smashed front and rear by an inner city youth in a stolen car. I can understand moving accidents, but smashing into stationary objects qualifies the miscreant as dead weight on earth. Happy Birthday.
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I don't recall this as occurring on my birthday, but these are the last fotos on this roll and the developer's envelope says "SDO Xmas 86 - May 27 1987" A to-do list for early June says "contact insurance co. re bucky".
