Speedy
I suffered a cataclysmic event at exactly 5:21 P.M. on Wednesday, April 17, 1993. Cataclysmic events are indelibly stamped on the human brain to be recalled consciously or erupt from the subconscious at the strangest times. I was under my old Chevy changing the oil when I heard the click-clack of Elaine's high heels on the cement garage floor. "Jeff," she barked. From my view at floor level, I saw her black high heel pumps and stockings. I stuck my head from under the car to see her, with...