My journal is two years old tomorrow, Friday March 17th, Woo-hoo. No celebrating though. I don't go out on National Lampoon's Biggest Holiday. The IQ of the population drops too low for me. And most bars aren't serving my drink of choice -- Peach Snapple. Plus there's another reason for staying indoors.
I worked with a very talented
marketing woman named Donna who also played second base on the same all star
softball team with me. She was a dynamic, take charge, I don't care if you call
me a bitch type person. She was also at the center of a huge scandal
involving a young woman who left the guy she had just married to move
in with her. That was back before you could be a lesbian proudly in
Our clients all loved her creative thinking. She had a lot to do with
shifting the focus in cereals from nothing but taste and crunch to the
healthy benefits of fiber. Americans eat more All Bran and poop way
more often thanks to her.
But she had a fatal flaw. No matter how much we nagged her, she wouldn't wear a seatbelt.
Every time we drove to a client
meeting in Michigan from Chicago, she absolutely refused to buckle up.
When we got into a car with her, there was usually a discussion and she
would always laugh it off. Time after time we told her her she was
making a mistake. But she was who she was, which included being
pigheaded, and she wouldn't put her seat belt on.
One St. Patrick's Day night she was
a passenger in a friend's car, driving on Lake Shore Drive. Out of
nowhere some drunk crossed the median at 55 mph and hit them head on.
Naturally, she wasn't wearing her seat belt. The impact not only caused
her to go through her own windshield, but propelled her through the windshield of the
other car. After almost a week in the hospital with not much hope
of living her life as anything more than a vegetable, she died.
Her friend, on the other hand, walked away from the crash, unscathed. Thanks to her seatbelt.
So I celebrate St. Patrick's Day with a hot corned beef sandwich on rye
for lunch. No excessive beer drinking or random coupling with people
wearing those little green hats. Or with little green people either.