There Are Worse Places To Be
-In a raid of an underage beer party when you’re 17.
-Going down Giant’s Despair road and having your brakes fail.
-Spousal “busy” when one of your children walks in.
But it doesn’t seem so at the time.
-Still, I wouldn’t want to be taking a shortcut across a railroad bridge when a train comes around a curve.
-Nor would I want to be seen walking along a dock at night as two shady characters dump a body over the side.
-It would be to my best advantage not to get snarky with a cop who has just pulled me over, or to play lawyer when I’ve had a couple of beers.
These are situations you probably won’t get out of.
Everybody has a story.
Michael Sokol, 50, passed away back where I used to live. “He acquired six undergraduate and postgraduate degrees in mechanical, electrical and systems engineering, physics, optics and math in addition to two doctorate degrees, one in engineering and one in math. He used to complain how difficult and time consuming the process for obtaining a doctorate degree was, but said his third doctorate would be in theology.”