They say bad things happen in threes but after these past few weeks it seems entirely possible that they occur in bunches of four or more.
But no one was hurt in the most serious of the instances and the true cost was only money. As Ellen and Reid found out in last week’s letter, it’s how you react to what’s on your plate that really matters.
November 22, 2015
Ellen/Reid: Well, it’s been one hell of a last 30 days; job loss, phone dunked in the saltwater near Charleston, and then the crash.
Waiting today to hear from the appraiser but the policeman at the scene saw the Camry’s front end and said “That looks like it’s totaled.” But we shall see. At least no one was hurt. The officer called it a ‘garden variety’ crash at a site – where two lanes of traffic join into two lanes from opposite directions on Tyvola onto I-77 northbound. The poor Hispanic woman was at a dead stop in the right hand lane as I had my eye on traffic merging from my left. When I began to speed up, bam, there she was. Of course, having no phone was a real problem since she spoke little or no English. My first words to her were “Are you okay?” and then she returned to sobbing to whomever she was talking to on the phone.
She hadn’t called 911 yet. Really, not having a phone was the most maddening part, and Verizon has been almost no help in helping me get a new one. What really frosted me the day before was that the replacement phone from the insurance company was ‘reconditioned’ – so, I’d been paying $10 a month on insurance for a ‘reconditioned’ phone whose battery wouldn’t hold a charge. I almost went nuclear at the Verizon store when they wouldn’t replace it on the spot and that I’d have to work through the insurance company. What a total rip off. The ‘new’ phone ostensibly arrives sometime today. Once it does, the Verizon manager said she’d help me set it up.
The police were nice enough to let me retrieve a few valuables – notably my golf clubs – and gave me a courtesy ride home. For the first time, and hopefully the last, I got to sit in the rear seat of a cruiser surrounded by iron bars. The police woman and I had a nice conversation on the way home. At least I had the Harley to make a few side trips (to Verizon and the store). It’s good the Road King didn’t sell earlier this fall. I’d of been really screwed. It’s morbidly funny to think that if the phone hadn’t taken a ruinous swim at Bowens Island, I’d already be down at Hilton Head and would’ve avoided that intersection altogether.
The rental car company is to be here momentarily to drive me to pick up the rental car. At least I’ll have some wheels until I hear from the appraiser. The front end is pretty much jumbled up. What the hell, it’s only money. Isn’t it?
Everything is packed for Hilton Head; food, wine, cookware, clothing for fishing, etc. I’ll hit the road as soon as everything about the rental car and the phone are squared away. It’ll be four hours of thinking ‘What if …” I might have let a few expletives out during the past 72 hours.
The fishing was sure fun last Wednesday. My rough estimate is about 55 – 60 pounds caught in two hours, including the 31” redfish. That puts it in the ‘bull red’ category and it was such a strong fish. All muscle and extraordinarily fun to catch. The video narratives for Facebook are kind of fun to do with the knock-off GoPro. I’ll keep doing those but will keep them short. What was great were the sea trout. About 20 of those were netted and were big fish in the two pound range. Inexplicably I kept six with the idea of giving some away to the black fishermen on the dock where I put in. After a couple of hours I paddled back, tied the fish stringer to some foliage in the water and then put the kayak back atop the car. My time is improving; only 30 minutes. As I lugged the weighty stringer to a cleaning table and freshwater hose, an elderly black woman noticed and asked if she could buy one or two of the fish. I said ‘no’ and proceeded to plunk my catch on the nearby cleaning table. I removed the ‘specks’ from the stringer and walked back to her with two beauties. She looked up and I told her ‘You can’t buy one, but you can have two.’ It just overjoyed her. She was so happy. We exchanged a big hug, we cleaned the fish together, and we were on our way. Good deed done.