Grandma Riggs' Car

A 1995 Mercury Sable, white, blue interior, high mileage...No, this is not a classified ad...just a little story about a great little car.

I remember when Mom bought this car.  I don't know the year but it was from an individual on Minnesota Street, just north of 1st Street.  Not that it matters but if that person had just of known how much wear we would get out of it...

Mom drove the car until she passed away and we had to decide what to do with it.  The funeral was about two weeks before Tabitha was leaving for college at Ozark Bible Institute in Neosho.  She was driving a hand-me-down from Mom and Dad...an older model, white Ford Taurus with a hare-lipped left rear fender.  Our families sat down and talked it over and decided...that since Ryan Riggs had just started driving, he would get the Taurus and Tabitha would take Grandma Riggs' Car.

Tabitha drove it back and forth to college for three years and it never missed a lick! It even went through a couple of ice storms!  After Tabitha married, it stayed in Neosho for awhile, was parked at our house for awhile and even made a couple of trips to northern Indiana!  When Tab and Anson moved to West Plains, they drove it for awhile and when it was no longer needed, it just sat lonely and forlorn.  A few days ago, a fellow from the El Charro restaurant, stopped to talk to Anson about buying the car.  Anson washed the little car up, put in a new battery (free replacement!), named the man a price and it was SOLD!  Tabitha said she had a few tears in her eyes when he drove the car away!

One story about the car...

Tabitha soloed home, about a month or so after she started college.  We had a family reunion and then we were going to Branson, Missouri for a day.  We left her car at Ozark, Missouri and after we were done at Branson, we were going to pick up the car, lead her through Springfield to I-44, and then...Bon Voyage!  We cut it a little too close...It was 7:45...dark...a little over an hours drive to Neosho...and Tabitha had to be to the dorm by 9 P.M.!  We took off from Ozark, flew down the James River Expressway and finally made it to I-44.  I was talking to Tabitha on the cell phone and told her "We'll get you onto 44 and then we will exit off at Bois D'Arc and you just keep going."  The plan worked to perfection...we exited off, she passed by us honking and when we got to the stop sign at the overpass, we watched her tail lights disappear into the dark....

OK folks...I'm not ashamed to admit it...we sat there and just bawled for a couple of minutes!  After we got our composure, we pulled on across the overpass and headed east toward home.  But we didn't make it very far!  We pulled over at the McDonald's at Kansas Expressway (about ten miles east) and waited for her call to tell us she had made it.  When she pulled into the dorm parking lot, she had about two minutes to spare!

Not to be philosophical, but it seems there was more to this adventure than what we realized.  It was like those tail lights, disappearing into the darkness, was when we truly gave our daughter over to God's will and into His protection.  We have had hard partings since and I know there are some in the future.  However, I have said many times..."When you dedicate them to the Lord, you can't just holler "calf-rope" when God decides to use them beyond your zone of comfort......."

Egg-splosion!

Sometimes, you should just listen to your wife.

Not too long after Tami and I were married, we came home from church one evening and I began searching the refrigerator for a snack.  I finally scrounged up a hard-boiled egg (HBE) and thought I had hit the jackpot.  However, the HBE was cold and I figured it would be much better warmed up.  This is just the thing that microwave ovens were made for...right?

As I put it on a saucer and started to pop it in the microblaster, Tami stated, with a superior air, "Ray, you're not supposed to put eggs in the microwave."  I replied (with a superior air) "That is only raw eggs, in the shell."  I proceeded to explain about the yolk being inside the airtight shell and steam pressure building up inside the shell and the explosion that would ensue if you zapped a raw egg.  "This cannot happen to an HBE because there is no shell and no liquid" (also said with a superior and knowledgeable air.)

I popped the HBE in the micro, blasted it for a minute or so, popped it out and set the saucer with the HBE on the table.  Tami was already sitting at the table eating her cheerios and I sat down to chow down on my HBE.  It was just sitting there on the plate...but there was a faint noise...a gentle sssssssssssssssssss... Now that doesn't sound too ominous does it?  So...using my second digit (right index finger), I poked down on the HBE.

Have you ever been so totally shocked you couldn't move or scream or....????  With a KA-WHOOM!!! the HBE totally disintegrated on my plate!  My finger was still in mid-air over the now-nonexistent HBE.  There was HBE on the walls, on the ceiling, on the stove, on the refrigerator, in Tami's hair, it burnt little spots on her face and Yes...there was egg on my face!

And then...silence...We just sat there looking at each other for a few seconds and then both of us just burst out laughing!  We cleaned up the mess, I got me some cheerio's and sat down to eat again, with a new appreciation for my new wife and her "superior" culinary knowledge!