My previous blog entry talked about my dream in which Grammy only had a few hours to talk to Frank. Frank used to drive tractor trailers for a living, before being elevated to the ranks of manglement. (management) Now he’s rarely on the road. This morning, however, he had to take a run up to Salem, New Jersey. He was running late and I called to tell him what my dream had been as soon as I woke up. That was around 6:30am.
I had promised a friend that I would take her to her Dr.’s appointment right at Reisterstown Road. For those of you who are out of town, there was a huge accident right at that exit. I was earlier than usual in picking her up and we made it into the parking lot and were walking into the building when we heard fire equipment. The accident happened approximately 9:45-10:00 am.
Frank came upon the whole mess shortly thereafter. Kind of interesting how that’s just shy of about 4 hours later, isn’t it?