May Day
May 9th, 2001
On Sunday morning my grandfather, a retired Air Force Colonel, was taking a shower in the upper level of his Virginia home when he and my grandmother were suddenly alarmed by “what sounded like an airplane crash” in the near vicinity. Immediately running down the stairs to see what caused the ruckus, my grandfather discovered an automobile sitting in what was once his living room.
I don’t remember my grandparents having a parking lot in the middle of their house at Christmas.
They do now.
Thankfully, no one was hurt in the bizarre incident and the makeshift parking space in my grandparents’ living room is under repair. They’ll be put out by the event, no doubt, but knowing them they’ll get through because they’ve seen much, much worse in their lifetime.