Okay, old Rose is the crazy Lighthead.
When we were traveling to Arizona a few weeks ago it happened. I thought our little dog Baby was having a sizure so I had Ken stop the car. I opened my door and he got out of the car and ran around to where Baby was. I had my hand up to help when slam, the door closed and three of my fingers were in that door. I was crying in pain but glad Baby was okay. Ken got me some ice and quickly drove the rest of the way to our friends house where we were staying. We had not heard any Lightfoot on the radio in the two days of travel. As Ken pulled in the driveway and I was still crying, The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald came on the radio. I would not let Ken turn the car off and I sat there alone, crying in pain listening to Gordon sing. Some how I thought that was the best medicine ever. My fingers were not broken and I had to hear the entire song no matter what.
"Turn off Gordon?!! I am nuts!!!!!!!
Thank you for reading all this. I hope it makes sense.
DSR