Thursday afternoon, April 7, 1977, Dad had just hauled his 31-foot Airstream trailer through Denver. He and Mama had about 50 miles to go to Fort Collins when he pulled his prized silver bullet to the side of the highway and stopped.
Mama watched him search in his shirt pocket for his nitroglycerin tablet, designed to ward off a heart attack. He found the pill box, took out one, and put it under his tongue.
After the pill dissolved, he asked, "Honey, can you drive us in?"
"Tom," her voice quavered, "you know I can't. I've never driven anything bigger than a car."
He leaned back. "Well, let me rest a bit."
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