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And because I was coming from an on-ramp onto the bridge and was accelerating, crossing to the other-side I did a complete doughnut 360 and spun off the bridge and down a thirty forty foot deep embankment. How lucky was I ? I ended up without damage on a road down-below and facing the way out in direction I was already going. But I learned - do not accelerate on a bridge in winter time.

Of which talk of bridges we had cherry bombs. When I was very young, fireworks were prevalent for the Fourth of July reminiscent of another story. The town of Fox Lake had a Fourth of fire-works display every year. Of this one year a very many people congregated on the railroad tracks of the mostly commuter line to Chicago, after-dark it was to watch the display. A train came around the corner and plowed into the crowd. My friend Smitty's older brother had been there, saw the train in time and pushed his girlfriend and himself off the tracks in the nick to avoid injury. The next year the same event, the pile of un-used fireworks was stored in a tent in the center of an athletic field with audience grand stands. After dark a pyrotechnician carried a lit live flare into the tent to retrieve more works and ignited a packing case and rockets flew into the bleacher seats surrounding, injuring many people. The third year I think the Fourth was canceled.

Deja Vu and I know I have written all these stories before, but I don't know where they are - computerized someplace. Was working in the record player needle factory sweeping up between shelved isles when I had this feeling I had been there and done this before, which I had usually once a week late on Friday afternoons.

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