Early Morning Search and Rescue
(well, maybe not that dramatic)

We had another mini-blizzard last night, and this morning the roads are extremely icy. I woke up at 8 AM and went upstairs to get some coffee. My Mom was on the phone, and I heard her saying, "Oh no. Oh no. When will AAA be there? Is the axle broken?" Hearing that woke me up more than coffee ever could. When she was finished on the phone, she told me that my Dad had been driving down Pine Manor, the steep hill that's nearly a mile long right by our house (and incidentally the only possible way to leave our neighborhood), when he hit a patch of ice and skidded into a curb.

My Mom told me that I needed to drive down the hill and pick him up because he was late for an important meeting and couldn't sit around and wait for AAA to show up. I threw on a sweatshirt and began warming up my brother's car (since he was asleep, I didn't think he would mind). It was so foggy that the visibility was less than 100 feet, and I could tell immediately upon exiting the driveway that the ice was quite thick. I proceeded down the hill at about 10 mph until I saw my Dad standing on the side of the road. He hopped in, and I drove back to my house without any trouble. End of adventure, for me at least. He just drove off in my brother's car in the hopes that his meeting isn't over. I hope that my Dad's car isn't terribly damaged, but I guess we'll see later. The same thing happened to Joe about two years ago when he was driving my old car: it cost over $1,000 to repair the damages.