Twisted Tail of Xmas
I was at a winter camping spot near Bethlehem (PA) and was ready
to kick back for the holidays. Margarita glass on the table....
Into the campground came a couple whose Vanagon had broken down and
was on a flatbed heading to the VW dealer's shop. They had had quite
a trip, starting in Cairo (IL), and then Palestine (TX) and
Mt Sinai (NY). Joe and Mary.
Their van would run-die-run-die-run. It was not driveable, but at least
every time it died, it came back to life!
I invited them in--it was cold outside. Then I realized she was
VERY pregnant and I said to myself, "Mother of God, what
is going on?"
It was the holidays, and there were no vacancies at the Holiday
Inn, so I bedded them down in the camper. It was about then
the I realized she had gone into labor. "Holy Jesus, what have
I gotten myself into?"
The Margarita had kicked in and Angels appeared and spoke to me:
"Dude, get out of here. Give her some privacy!" So I wandered
around the campground and found a campsite with some donkeys and
I joined them in their camper for the night.
The next morning, there were Joe and Mary settled in my camper with
a baby boy, wrapped in swaddling clothes, er, toilet paper. I knew
something was special by the key ring that almost looked like a
halo over his head. It was like a holy family....
I hung around the campground wondering what to do when three Westies
drove in. I didn't know who they were. From the color combo,
I figured they must have come from Italy. Maybe Rome (NY) or Venice(CA).
I knew they were wise men--they brought a Bentley, a replacement
Hall sensor for the distributor and a spare water pump.
What an Xmas it was!! That's my story and I'm sticking with it....