Larry’s story about driving was great. Living in rural ND, we seem to
know about the driving habits of most people and take special
precautions accordingly. When I was going to college in Bottineau and
driving from up here at the farm, I saw a weird deal happen on Thompson
Street in Bottineau. An elderly lady got in her car in front of the post
office and an older man got in his car directly across from her near the
creamery. As I was driving toward them, they both started to back up
directly at each other. It looked to me they were going to hit each
other and then—BANG! They both just looked over their shoulders
slightly and DROVE AWAY! I just sat there for a couple seconds trying to
absorb what I had just seen. With that, I have to tell a story about
Larry Hackman’s uncle, Frank Hackman. Bill Peterson was working in his
field near the highway, when he saw Frank driving east toward the
highway. He said that Frank never stopped at the stop sign when he
crossed the highway, so Bill looked up and down the highway to see if
anyone was coming. Sure enough, here comes a Canadian car. Bill said he
could see what was going to happen—it looked like a tie. Frank went
through the stop sign and right into the side of the Canadian. Bill was
already off his tractor and headed over to the wreck when he heard the
Canadian say, “Why didn’t you stop?” Frank said, “Why didn’t you stop,
you could see I wasn’t going to!” Thanks Gary!

Dick