[Moses]

OK... This is BIZARRE. Either a coincidence or an adaptation of my life...

Mr Ingersoll was a terrible terrible man. Hateful and mean. The first time my friend Mike took out his mailbox he was in the back of my '47 Willys jeep. He used a baseball bat. Didn't decapitate the box but crushed it.

Ingersoll caused all sorts of trouble for us. In our 16 year old minds, the fact that he couldn't PROVE we did it almost meant we hadn't DONE it. He bought a new mailbox.

The jeep was a construction work vehicle. A few weeks later, a length of anchored chain was thrown from the jeep at low speed and it wrapped around the base of the redwood 4X4 mailbox post and plucked it like a carrot.

Ingersoll set a single length of railroad rail in concrete. He faced it with 1 x 1 redwood trim. It looked like a sturdier but tempting redwood post. But we knew about the railroad rail....

Late one night after inappropriate drinking and driving we were on our way home in Mike's '64 Rambler. He bought it for $50 as scrap but was able to get it running. Mike figured a head on shot with a rambler would take out the rail. He was partially right. On impact, the Rambler lurched into the air and landed, impaled on the rail. The post was at a 45 degree angle but it was holding the ass end of the Rambler up in the air. I remember the headlights shining on the asphalt about 2 feet from the lights. We were stuck... We scrambled out of the windows and ran home. Mike immediately called and reported to the police that his Rambler had been stolen.

I'm not proud of it... but it's true.