A Christmas story
When I was in seminary, in 1953,and living in Maryland. Eileen and I got into our 1940 Pontiac and headed for Iowa, to celebrate Christmas with our parents, living in Fort Dodge and Perry. It was a rainy rainy day and traveling through Marion, Ohio, I stopped our car, in the heart of downtown business district. When I got out of our car, Ginger, our dog decided to get out too. I was not aware that she got out of our car. Well, I got the windshield wipers fixed, got back in our car and on our way to Iowa. About a mile out of Marion, we looked in the back seat of our car and there was ...