Then too I remember that time back in '85 when leaving the psychiatrist's office after the usual session (and a nice, orderly good session, that was, yes), I drove at an even rate, pausing at all the traffic lights when told and, being all in all, a good old law abiding citizen. That is, until I got on the highway home when I decided to put the pedal to the metal and let fly what will. With horns blaring, lights flashing, and reaching speeds at times topping 120 miles an hour I outran the cops that were soon on my tail, and drove into the driveway of our then spacious house after taking what would normally be an hour's drive in 20 minutes.
"Will!" my mother said. "You just left!"
"I know,' I said, flopping the keys on the table. "What's for dinner?"
It was but another day at the Mayos.
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