Life in the HONEST LANE

Lessons from the Ninth Commandment.

THERE WAS A LOUD SCRAPING SOUND, and then another one.

My husband and I were walking to our car at the fairgrounds. Our grandson had just finished his last wrestling match, and we were leaving ahead of the crowd. The huge parking lot was filled with cars and few people. Our attention turned to a red and white Chevy truck backing out of a parking space. Underestimating the size of his own vehicle, the driver had scraped a parked van.

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