Originally posted by Doc Tinker
I spent many of my childhood summers near Norwich, Connecticut. I was always amazed at how strange people were in that area. Maybe it was the way they talked.
When I got older, I worked at several places around Pontiac, Michigan. Pontiac had a mental hospital that used to release some of the inmates, from time to time, who probably shouldn't have been out on the streets. They were quite amusing sometimes, like when they try to get into your car, when you were stopped in traffic. It got so you couldn't drive with your windows open, even when it was hot out and your AC was dead.
One time I was waiting for a traffic light and this old hag ran up with a toothless grin, grabbing at the door handle. The light turned green and I burned rubber getting out of there. There were fingernails still stuck in the door handle, when I got home. It must have been quite a site to see that old woman running along side of my car while I was peeling out.
Doc