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Submitted by: Frank Clynes, Mar 15, 2008 One night after work Truman Taylor drove Jim Fitzgerald, Tommy French and myself out to Dave Langevin's house in Acushnet, for a late night party. We drank ourselves into oblivion. Sometime in the wee hours, June Langevin kicked us out and we headed back to the city. But at the first intersection, a dispute broke out which way the city was. Tommy and Jim insisted that Truman turn left; I said right. Truman figured majority rules and he turned left, which led into the wilds of Rochester. No one who ever ventured into that town at night, has ever been seen again. As the woods grew darker and deeper, Truman began driving faster and faster, until we came to another country intersection. This one had a large stone pillar directly before us, with trails leading to the left and right. Truman asked "Which way?" Fitz and Tommy both hollered "Turn Left." I hollered "Turn Right." Truman did neither. He hit that stone pillar doing fifty miles an hour. The last thing I remember was Jim in the front seat with this crazy grin on his face. Tom was in the back with me, already in the fetal position and prepared to meet his God. Going from 50 MPH to zero in a nano-second is impossible to adequately describe. You had to be there. The quiet immediately after the deafening CRASH was really stunning. I thought I was the only one alive. But we all survived without a scratch. God protects fools and drunks. I really believe that. The vehicle was wrapped around that stone pillar. We pushed, pulled and jumped on it until it was free. Then Jim said, "Jakers, here comes the cops." An Acushnet police car pulled up and Truman said, "I'll handle this." He said "Officer, I was in the process of making a turn, when the headlights of an oncoming car blinded me." The cop replied, "Sir, the sun has been up for an hour." Truman replied, "Oh yeah, that's right it was the sun that blinded me, I forgot for a minute." Jim and Tommy were now in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. The officer then suggested that Truman call the police station after 9 AM and report what happened. Sounded like a plan. The cop may have recognized Truman, because he left us with, "Have a good night tonight and a better day tomorrow." We limped back to Langevin's house and rang the doorbell. Dave, always the good sport even in his pajamas, invited us back in for another nightcap. Frank Clynes |
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