Tire Chains
Dec 11th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“I’m packing tire chains in the boys’ luggage. Just wrap them around the tires,” the father of my two nephews advised.
“Sounds easy.” I reply. “We’ll have fun in the snow!”
Three days later, my nephews and I are standing by the snow-laden roadside with tire chains wrapped around the axle.
We look forlorn and lost. A park ranger passes by, a CHP passes by, and a dozen travelers glance at a young woman and two children in distress.
“Lady? Need some help?” says a tatooed Hell’s Angel over the roar of his Harley.
“Please! You are an angel. Thanks.”
From Guest Contributor Deborah Shrimplin
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