#BreakfastMichaelT Although it was a rainy, dreary day outside —— I thoroughly enjoyed sitting with Michael T. yesterday and gabbing. I know we didn’t solve any world problems. We knew that wasn’t going to happen before we even arrived. I guess there is just some therapeutic value in talking to an old friend. Part gossip, part venting, part bragging, and mostly just good-natured sharing of gripes and accomplishments. This is really the kind of therapy money can’t buy.
As a side note, I had mentioned a snide comment made by a sheriff’s deputy at the scene of a minor car accident last year. I had been driving barefoot when an old fellow in Tremont ran a yield sign and crashed into me. The deputy stated I was lucky not to get a ticket for driving with bare feet.
Michael T. said he didn’t think it was illegal to drive barefooted and he is right. I looked all over the Internet and the only thing I could find was some commentary about being able to charge one with “reckless driving” if it could be found that being barefoot had “contributed” to an accident or violation, but that it was not a violation of itself. Nice to know.
But I think I will keep a pair of shoes in the car and, like I told Michael T., I’ll just claim the accident knocked me right out of my shoes!
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