Broken Windshield Wipers

This story is probably only going to be of interest to me, Janeen, and David. We always start these stories with "Remember the time...?". Well, remember the time we were leaving the fairgrounds and the windshield wipers wouldn't work? I can't remember why we were there. It could have been the fair was in town or one of Dad's ballgames. Mom was driving the old white station wagon (the one with the crushed right passenger door), it was raining, and the windshield wipers wouldn't work. Mom had to drive home with her head out the window so she could see. Picture Mom driving, head out the window, a free hand wiping the inside windshield with a cloth because it kept fogging up. I don't remember much of the drive except leaving the fairgrounds. I was so embarrassed...I so didn't want anyone to see us! Janeen has more memories of it as I'm sure does David.

I thought of this today when I took Stephen to pick up his car at the repair shop. It was pelting ice cold rain, we were two miles from home, I was following him. I noticed he was driving a little erratically and was sticking his head out his window so I called him on his cell. I asked him what was wrong. He answered in such a laughing way, "My windshield wiper fell off!" He said he was sticking his head out the window and trying to follow the lines. I knew it was dangerous and thought about having him pull over but...we were close to home and he was doing such a good job! He handled it well. His head was soaked when we got home. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation...thinking of three kids so many years ago watching Mom steer and wipe. Not really sure why she had to get the condensation off the inside window...she wasn't looking out of it anyway!

Darleen