When sweet revenge is cold!
We had a snowstorm a couple weeks ago that reminded me of an event that happened when I used to work in Easton. My best friend, who calls himself “my brother from another mother,” worked the same shift and we rode together.
When we left for work the night before it was snowing about a half inch per hour or a tad more. During the night the wind picked up and if you ever traveled the Conant Road from Presque Isle to Easton, you would know that it was a stretch of road you don’t want to be on in bad weather if it can be helped.
Asa and I had been talking about something that had happened a day or so earlier and I was sort of poking fun at him. All of a sudden I was sitting in the passenger seat of his pickup covered in snow. There was a hole in the front fender well right in front of me and I had forgotten it. Well, Asa had told me I would pay for making fun and almost as soon as he said that he hit a snowdrift in the road that caused me to be the recipient of a few pounds of loose snow that came in through the hole.
Needless to say I never made fun of him again … at least ‘til the next time. Now I sit and remember to the “fun” days and Remember When …
Guy Woodworth of Presque Isle is a 1973 graduate of Presque Isle High School and a four-year Navy veteran. He and his wife Theresa have two grown sons and five grandchildren. He may be contacted at lightning117_1999@yahoo.com.