It was a cold Pearl Harbor Day morning in 1976 as I arose to head to work. This morning our crew was going to one of the Sears-Roebuck stores to do some painting before the shoppers arrived. Typically, we would enter a store about 6 AM. We would paint for two hours, then head to our “day job”. Today took us back to a large residence in Highland Park, Texas.
Due to the cold and our longer-than-usual day, we stopped work early. It was payday so we turned in our hours and received our checks.
I was dead tired!
I jumped into my 1967 Black SunRoof Beetle with the Brick-red interior, pulled the heat and defrost levers upright and headed home. It soon became quite cozy in that Beetle and I would doze at each stop light.
At Lawther and Northwest Highway, I recall quite distinctly awaking from such a snooze and starting with the rest of traffic. I was about half-way home by now. The next recollection was the sound of crunching gravel, and a whack as I knocked down a shoulder marker.
Directly ahead loomed larger than life the first of three depressions where run-off water from the divided roadway collected. It was about half full.