Saturday, my brother and his youngest son went off deer hunting. Cold and icy mist, the deer were smarter and stayed inside. Finally, he went into Ye Olde Huntinge Former Sugare House, built a fire in the stove, and started some hot coffee.

Then he called my other brother to tell him to forget it. Brother 2 told BRother 1 that he'd started, slid about 400 feet on an icy road, spun 360 degrees, barely missed going over a 20 foot embankment, and said, "F**k this sh*t!" and went home.

He called his wife, only to learn that HIS son had skidded on the highway on the way to hunting and rolled his pickup truck. Completely totalled it. The driver side roof is even with the bottom of the window. The kid threw himself flat on the seat when he realized what was going to happen and survived with only a slight bruise on his back. He did go to church on Sunday, however.

This was in West Central Illinois. If you'd like to buy a two-year-old pickup truck cheap, let me know and I'll set you up.