Have I mentioned that Nana is ... well ...

So a few weeks ago (and most of my friends have heard this story), an SUV a few cars ahead of me on Annie Glidden flipped over. I was the first person to run down to help the girl. The two gentlemen with us (they got there about 30 seconds after I did) helped me get the girl (who was not injured) away from the BURNING car wreck. I wrapped the girl in the blanket I had in the trunk of my car. It was one of those cheepo fleece throws that you can buy at places like Target. It was purple. I liked it. But really. The girl was clearly in shock and it was cold and wet outside. Instinct says that she would be in shock and needed to be covered. This is really a story that is much more detailed and feel free to call me if you haven't been privileged enough to hear it.

Here's the point: someone told my grandmother about it. She called me and instead of offering kudos on my bravery (maybe a little bit of an exaggeration, but ...), she told me that I needed to go to the police department in DeKalb and ask for my blanket back because the right thing for that girl and her family to do was to return it.

It cost me about $8.00 to replace.