Tuesday evening, I taught late and was too tired to cook. I took Jose to La Rosa’s Pizza and we enjoyed personal pan pizzas which were delicious. At the end of the meal, my cell phone rang and it was Matthew calling.

“Dad, the policeman wants to talk to you.”

“The policeman? What policeman?” I begged.

“He wants to talk to you about the fence,” Matthew said, nonchalantly.

“What about the fence? What is going on?” I cried.

“Some teenagers drove their van through the fence. It was only the high school fence – not ours.”

The other got on the telephone, standing on our back deck, asking where our property line started and ended. He assured me that the metal chain link fence was the only one disturbed, and that the students were uinjured.

Jose and I arrived home to see the destruction of the fence that borders our house. I am still amazed that there were no injuries or fatalities. Apparently, the driver lost control and rammed through the fence, turning it enough to keep from running right through my study! The van tore through the grassy area between our property and the high school fence which borders the parking lot, exited onto the sidewalk, continued across the street and came to rest at the curb where the tire broke from the axil. Wow!

Several students called to see if we were OK,and the neighbor lady was curious. Matt had been in the house and heard the commotion but thought we had come home and I was moving something in the kitchen. He said the driver was standing out on the grass holding his head in frustration, probably saying to himself, “My parents will be so pissed.” Jose grabbed his head, immitating the driver and said, “I should have gone with GEICO.”

And that’s the way it was!

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