recollection raze this is the part of the story i forgot. the man who rear-ended us when i was still in the womb and wrecked our car was related to the second husband of my grandmother on my mother's side. orval. the diabetic drunk who somehow lived to be ninety. in the aftermath of the accident, his anger over his nephew or his cousin or whoever the guy was having to deal with higher car insurance payments outweighed whatever concern he might have had for the safety of his daughter-in-law and her unborn child. and people wonder why i've never had any desire to drive. 230425 what's it to you? who go blather from