During the depression my dad, with some other teenagers decided to fill a pickup with coal from the railroad fueling "station". They couldn't raise the coal chute and get the coal stopped, so the coal covered the track and buried the truck. Somehow they got the truck out, but the local railroad manager got called out in the middle of the night to clean up the mess. You guessed it, that manager was my grandfather.

Roger
(Nephrology)
Do the right thing. The rest doesn?t matter. Cold or warm. Tired or well-rested. Despised or honored. ? --Marcus Aurelius --