Well it's about 1989? May and I'm headind home from a long driving trip in a 1971 Ford truck that someone gave to me to fix and keep.
This driving trip lasted about 3 weeks from Connecticut to Arizona, Mexico, California, Wyoming, and many other states and finally back home to Connecticut.
I helped my my step daughter and her husband move their belongings to Tuba, Arizona they move their to serve where the need was great for JWs, it was right on the indian reservation and there was a very small double wide trailor for a kingdom hall right on the reservation, mainly Hopie and Navaho. One of the elders was Sue indian but he got DF'd.
My 18 year old rusted truck pulled their car and I built a little camper on the truck that was way over loaded with their belongings.
The truck made it thru this trip and many more trips.
My plan was since the truck cost me nothing that if it broke down and I couldn't fix it cheaply that I would just leave it on the side of the road somewhere and rent a car or uhaul truck for the rest of the trip.
Well while comming home and going thru Pennsylvania the fog was so thick you could see maybe 10 or 20 feet ahead of you. You had to keep you eyes on the painted lines that's the only way to be able to drive in that weather.
If you ever driven in that type of fog for a couple of hours going 25 miles per hour max, you know how fatigued you can get, my wife was really mad at me for pushing myself to keep on driving, and had stop talking to me, she was giving me the silent treatment. So it was a very depressing ride home those last few days.
I'd say it was just about 2 or 3 am in the morning and I'm the only one awake. So I turn on the radio for some company, and I hear this announcement about a man that was shot on the Pennsylvania turnpike by the state police, the announcer gave it the slant of police brutality.
And then they gave the discription of the man and his name.
They said he has 67 years old and his name was Elmer Wiltshire.
Being 2 or 3 am and the fact that I was totally exausted I wounder if I heard it right?
Any way since I was driving I lost the station,(signal) and figured that it was just a coincidence that this person had the same name as my uncle.
I think I made it home on thursday between about 7 or 9 am.
As soon as I got home I went to sleep till about 2pm that afernoon.
Since I was an elder I was at the meeting that very same day and my mother came up to me before the meeting started and told me my uncle had been shot near Scranton, Penn. and they didn't think he was going to live much longer, and that his sons, and daughter where there in Scranton staying at a Mcdonld's halfway house near the hospital where there father was.
If someone lived a trillion X longer than you, and had a billion X more reasoning ability would he come to the same conclusions as you?