April 1, 1992 - an April Fool's Day I almost didn't live to tell about .
I was scheduled to work the 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. shift that night. While
driving to work, full speed on the interstate, my route took me into a
valley where a bridge traverses the river and railroad tracks. As I
started onto the bridge, I hit a patch of "black ice".
I could see that there were several cars at the end of the bridge, that
had already hit the same patch of ice and had skidded off the road to
the right, so I began to bear left a little. About that time, I
realized that an off-duty police officer had stopped his Camaro on the
left shoulder (he was legally stopped there, but it would have been
safer for him to have pulled up further and to the right).
I had already lost control of my van, and I recall thinking, in that
split second of time, that this was going to be a serious smash up, and
that I was probably going to die. I remember thinking too, that I hoped
no one was in the parked car I was about to hit.
Possibly because of the low back on the Camaro, and the big front on my
van, my van - in full view of many people - ramped over the Camaro, then
"skated" on the interstate wall, doing a 180 degree turn; ending up in
front of, and facing, the Camaro.
The pictures here show my head injuries. My skull was only
"superficially fractured". I also broke my right femur; had numerous
lacerations, contusions and abrasions; my right cornea was lacerated in
several places, requiring 17 stitches to repair it; and my right ear was
nearly severed from my head and had to be stitched extensively. I was in
surgery for 8 hours and in intensive care for 3 days. It took several
months of orthopedic therapy to recover to the point of being able to
walk again.
That was nearly 5 years ago, so, at this point in time, the aging process
itself is becoming a more dominant force in my life than any final
recovery from the accident! My eye is not totally clear, but does have
20/30 vision. I still have a rod between hip and knee in my right leg.
Through the whole ordeal, my wife, Sue was my main support. I don't know
what I would have done without her.

my before picture