Free Marcus Katz by Howard Marc Chesley

Author:Howard Marc Chesley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: John Hunt Publishing
Published: 2021-11-12T00:00:00+00:00

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I was driving Atomic Betty II, my 2011 Honda Civic, on route 395 in northern California on my way perhaps to Eugene, Oregon. I hadn’t decided definitely whether I would go to Eugene although I was certainly headed in that direction and there was someone that I definitely needed to call if I was going to go there because one shouldn’t show up at a doorstep 912 miles away without some advance warning. I have been counting mile markers. It keeps my mind occupied and not thinking so much about Robert Casabian, my conservator, who was probably trying to find me right now. Mile marker numbers usually go up from south to north. It would be nice if they just counted up from the very beginning of the highway so you knew exactly how far you had traveled but they often start at county lines. I was in such a bad state of mind when I first left Los Angeles that I didn’t set my trip meter on Atomic Betty II. I can calculate the miles on Google Maps, but it’s not as much fun as a trip odometer and nowhere near as interesting as counting mile markers. I had just passed mile marker R55.7 which is in Lassen County, California, famous for its volcanic lava formations, when an animal ran out in front of me. I think it was either a big squirrel or maybe a little fox, but it happened so quickly I didn’t get a good look at it. I swerved right away. Fortunately there weren’t any other cars near me, but I wound up skidding off to the side of the road and my tire hit a big rock before stopping. When I tried to back up, the steering felt funny and the car wouldn’t back up straight. I got out and saw my right front tire was flat. I have never changed a tire and I looked in the glove compartment for a booklet to show me what to do, but there wasn’t one. I decided to Google “changing a tire” as cars and trucks whizzed past when a beige pickup truck pulling a horse trailer pulled over just in front of me. A brown-skinned man, with lots of tattoos, dressed in old blue jeans, cowboy hat and boots got out of the truck and walked toward me and asked if I needed help. I said I had a flat tire and I would try to fix it myself, but he came over and looked at the wheel and shook his head. He said that my front suspension was bent and that the car would need to be towed and there was a mechanic in Bishop, which was about four miles north. It’s a good thing that I had managed to get Zoloft in Lone Pine. My dog, Sadie, who was still in the car, started barking. I excused myself and took her out on her leash so she wouldn’t

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