Gone Fishing
Our VW bus fought up that slippery slope like a salmon on is's last run. Most winter days it took several attempts to make it up Paradise Drive, where we lived on the top lot of the subdivision.
At the bottom corner, new owners had recently moved in and it seemed that we had become their evening entertainment. As soon as our car started spinning, this redhead showed up at his living room window, making funny faces at us, laughing his head off.
The day our van slipped into the ditch we learned that our new neighbor was not a mean man. After having his fun, he disappeared from the window and moments later, came out the door.
"Hey man, I’m Patrick. I’ll pull ya out."
Patrick’s rusty pick up truck coughed like a tired tractor..
