[john walker's workshop]

when i was young and new to seattle, i vividly remember riding around on my bicycle one night and going over to check out what all the flashing red lights were all about, seems some poor guy was crushed under his '57 ford when the bumper jack slipped. both front wheels were off. i remember seeing a pile of red stuff under the car lit up by the rescue lights. rags maybe. i still remember the guy's name from the news story. 44 years ago. it certainly made an impression on me.