I’m from Long Island which is a cliche in itself. Am proud to be from Nassau County which led the way in suburbs, the great, the good, the bad, the ugly. Think there have been many great changes in the past decade–it’s a Democrat stronghold. Have a story somewhere in the archives how I was on the train after the one Congresswoman Carolyn McCarthy lost her husband, and her son was badly injured. There was a two minute time difference in the trains. The first was the 5:29; the second the 5:31. Took the second because my stop was the first one, not the last one.
Can’t help it, I love seeing my life from the brains of people who aren’t all from the New York metro area. And I love reading about peoples lives in other parts of the country. Bone’s one of the best. And, uh, he even figured out that Emma Samms made her return to GH yesterday. For some of us that’s way bigger news than it should be. Writing this and putting it up on a Tuesday which is my TV night; never miss a Boston Legal which, well I was thinking of doing a weekly recap at BIO. It’s current. Even William Shatner’s character, Denny Crane, is sick of Bush, and Denny Crane is a rabid Republican. And, yes I love James Spader.
Would like to thank Miz Bohemian, Sar, Shayna, Cooper, and Ally for being so true to the cause, and everybody at BIO All quality people with great blogs. BIO, uh isn’t actually a person, but a collection of people and a dog Gonzo. Monday was the first anniversary of Hunter’s death. He is missed.
This is a story featuring the police and my 5 foot 100 pound mother who came and saved her 22 year old daughter from the crime of being a passenger in a car that got into an accident as we were on our way to the dentist.
I had very long thick frizzy hair that ended in the windshield instead of my head. Yes my too long out of control perfect hippie hair might have saved my life. It definitely saved my face. When I regained consciousness I found my hands on top of my face, especially around my one perfect feature, the nose Dr Diamond couldn’t replicate.
The car was on the side of The Turnpike, in the grass. My friend was still unconscious. I began screaming for her to wake up. When the police came they searched the car for drugs. They drove us to a car near the Old Westbury police station and wouldn’t give me a dime. i was too dizzy to open my pocket book, let alone find a dime in the abyss.
When my mother heard my voice she knew. I had given her number to the dentist’s receptionist though I wasn’t living with my parents. The receptionist called when we were fifteen minutes late.
After I made the call the police took us into the station. I was too dizzy and nauseous to ask why they hadn’t taken us there in the first place. Why did I have to stand at an outdoor pay phone? Wasn’t nice.
My 57 year old mother came charging in. She practically accused the police of brutality. It was one of her finest hours. My mom, my hero
The police report was lost. We sued the car that hit us, and I was forced to sue my friend because nobody knew who was at fault. We were going straight up the Turnpike; the woman was turning. I don’t know if we were speeding, and I have never remembered the accident.
She had to spend a few days in the hospital; since she was getting married in six weeks everybody was scared she would have to come to the wedding in casts. She didn’t.
We didn’t sue the police department because people didn’t do things like that in 1973. Nassau County was run by corrupt officials, and that’s oversimplifying it. My father was well known in the area for his environmental activities. He actually was quoted in The Times when he talked about “the rape of the greenery.” I would have liked to have died in the accident for a hot second.
My parents were civic leaders and tried to impart the message that people are responsible for themselves first, and then the community. Sometimes I think I learned that lesson too well.
And the accident turned me into a dental bulimic.
*I don’t use the word bulimic lightly. It’s a serious condition that has affected more women than you would think. I just don’t know what to call a person who would practically live at the dentist, miss an appointment and be too ashamed to go for several more years.
When I wasn’t phobic I was constantly trying to make them better than they had been. My upper teeth were straight, small and naturally yellow. I wanted larger whiter teeth My lower teeth were small and crooked. But since they were so small nobody ever saw them I didn’t need braces. Nobody else noticed how small my teeth were. I noticed it constantly.