Summer days of extraordinary circumstance
Mid-July we lost our passenger side mirror. Not lost, broke. Well, we didn’t break it. It broke. Something broke it. I don’t really know what happened. I wasn’t there. My wife was. She also doesn’t know what happened. She looked over and it was broken. She pulled over and got out and looked, no sign of what happened.
She pulled over near the home of my old-man-walking-to-work-friend Bill. I see him on his back deck when I go to or from the bus stop most days. A few days before the mirror incident he told me his wife was probably dying soon. I frowned and nodded and said “I’m sorry” and he pointed to the sky and said “it’s in his hands now.” I’ve brought him - Bill, I mean - some home-made sauerkraut twice, and we’ve talked home repairs and he’s compliment my kids.
My wife was worried she’d somehow whacked the mirror on a parked car. Bill didn’t see that happen. He said ‘what you...