Right after Greg was born, Dad and I took Cathy and Cindy in our station wagon to fish at Iron Lake, which was just north of Redding, California. We asked the girls which motel they wanted to stay in on the way up. They picked the one with the brightest lights. It was a piece of junk. The next day we went up to Iron Lake and set up the tent. We couldn't get the stove to work. When Dad didn't eat on time, he got really grouchy and cussed and swore all the time. The next morning we went fishing and didn't catch any fish. That evening we heard the girls say, "I'd rather stay in a motel." So we packed up the tent and went to a nice motel with a swimming pool. They liked that.
The next day on the way home there was a wreck in front of me. I slammed on my brakes and a VW behind me plowed into the back of my car. I hurt my neck and back with severe whip lash. No one else was hurt. When I got home I went to the doctor and he said I should take a few days off.
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