If you asked family or friends to describe our garage in the past, they would call it a tornado ravaged zone.  But after retirement from teaching, Larry spent three solid weeks with occasional help from our son-in-law, Geoff, putting it back in order.  He found new homes for the bicycles and parts he collected for the needy.  It was an adventure for both to see what they would uncover in the pit of doom. Anyone interested in our 1969 non running motorcycle that still occupies the corner spot?

So for most of my teaching career, I could not put our 2000 Ford Windstar in the garage.  But now I have an item called a garage door opener and ‘viola’ I can drive in.  The miracle still astounds me especially on snowy and rainy days. 

Last week I was in a hurry and it was dark.  When I pulled out, I didn’t see Larry’s 2003 Ford 150 Truck until I heard a scrape. In anguish, I quickly got out of the van to inspect the truck;  the stars must have been aligned in my favor-----no damage.

The next day we went to Panera for coffee, and that’s when we both saw the scrape on the van----the first in its eleven year history even though the body is wasting away with metal cancer.

Larry yelled out,” Who put the scrape on the van? I can’t believe someone would hit it and then take off----a hit and run.”  I listened to him describe the scum bag who would do such a thing and I agreed with him wholeheartedly.

Now here is my dilemma;  do I confess my guilt or do I let him pin the guilt on "an unidentified scumbag"? 

What would you do?

Being non-accusatory, Larry later asked if I knew anything about this matter.  In tears,  the 'scum-bag' confessed.  Larry reacted kindly by hugging me.  We have learned over the years to forgive one another since we both have a record of wrongs.  True Confession?  True Love!