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		<title>By: Allen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Allen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:43:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;@Tim:  What you just described there is one of my absolute worst nightmares, that being on the phone with Terry or one of the girls when something like that happens.  I&#039;m glad Sandy was okay and that your heart survived the experience!&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Tim:  What you just described there is one of my absolute worst nightmares, that being on the phone with Terry or one of the girls when something like that happens.  I&#8217;m glad Sandy was okay and that your heart survived the experience!</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>By: Black Ice &#124; Mother Mirth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Black Ice &#124; Mother Mirth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;[...] Tow truck comes 1.5 hours later; tire guys put tire back on rim and re-inflate; we clean off the mud stuck in all the rims at a car wash (before it turns into concrete); we come home. Allen&#8217;s recollection of events, by the way, is here. [...]&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Tow truck comes 1.5 hours later; tire guys put tire back on rim and re-inflate; we clean off the mud stuck in all the rims at a car wash (before it turns into concrete); we come home. Allen&#8217;s recollection of events, by the way, is here. [...]</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>By: Tim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 23:36:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Whew! Glad you&#039;re okay, buddy. And Kelsey, too. It all sounded pretty harrowing.  Accidents happen, but I&#039;m glad yours was minor.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I have a feeling I know what Terry&#039;s version of The Short Phone Call will be like.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;About two months ago, Sandy was on the phone with me, when she says, &quot;Oh, don&#039;t hit me. Don&#039;thitmedon&#039;thitme...&quot; Then shrieks, then spouts, &quot;I just got in a crash.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m flipping out (so quickly and so batshit-crazy that I drew a crowd in my office), and she&#039;s sobbing, &quot;I&#039;ll call you back.&quot; Click. Thank Christ she had just offhandedly mentioned where she was. It turned out okay, everyone was all right, but that 30-minute wait to find out took about 10 years off my life.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Whew! Glad you&#8217;re okay, buddy. And Kelsey, too. It all sounded pretty harrowing.  Accidents happen, but I&#8217;m glad yours was minor.</p>

<p>I have a feeling I know what Terry&#8217;s version of The Short Phone Call will be like.</p>

<p>About two months ago, Sandy was on the phone with me, when she says, &#8220;Oh, don&#8217;t hit me. Don&#8217;thitmedon&#8217;thitme&#8230;&#8221; Then shrieks, then spouts, &#8220;I just got in a crash.&#8221;</p>

<p>I&#8217;m flipping out (so quickly and so batshit-crazy that I drew a crowd in my office), and she&#8217;s sobbing, &#8220;I&#8217;ll call you back.&#8221; Click. Thank Christ she had just offhandedly mentioned where she was. It turned out okay, everyone was all right, but that 30-minute wait to find out took about 10 years off my life.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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