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knew immediately what the trouble was but I couldn't very well take care of it myself. There were four men standing, looking at the hitch, (why do men al- ways stand and stare at something?) The hitch is an equalizer type and it has large springs over huge bolts. To take weight off the back end of a vehicle, you put increased tension on the springs by tighting the nuts on the bolts. The garage floor was quite a bit higher than the street. John hadn't left off

enough tension and so the tongue wouldn't come out of the groove. We couldn't stand there and stare at the hitch all day, so I "suggested" that maybe if the nuts were loosened more, the trailer would part from the truck. The men all looked at me as if to say, "For pete's sake lady, go back to your knitting." John did as I suggested and sure enough, the trailer came off. That was enough for the side walk crew, away they went. I know that I must have been the topic of many dinner conversations that night. I gave John quick instructions about the springs and I went back to the truck. We couldn't leave the truck where it was because it was blocking a great deal of the street. I told Jean to help John explain about the springs and I would move the truck out of the way, which she did and I did. I managed to park out of the way enough for traffic to get by.

I had parked

As I stopped the truck, I took a deep breath and was reliving the past few minutes. very close to the main street, just behind the road block. A big, loaded dump truck pulled up to the signal and stopped for the red light. The driver got out and looked at his load, seemed to be satis- fied in what he saw, then instead of getting back into his truck, came walking, slowly towards me! I thought, oh, oh, here's where the trip ends for Diana.

He came over to my side of the truck, leaned down on the window opening and, with a very heavy Mexican accent, said, "Lady, where did you ever learn to handle a trailer like that? Are you a professional

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