How could I not? The memory of that Summer of '78 so vivid in my mind, up to and including that day, July 31, 1978. Everything wiped from my memory, meeting up with John, where we went how we ended up at Jeff's house; getting in the car, taking the dreaded trip which ended me in the hospital for 4 months, and a year or more of therapy, out patient this and that... and the turmoil caused to my family. Fun... yea right! one day of my life I wish I could do without. Erase this day and John; my best friend would be alive and I would not have a gaping "grand canyon" sized scar down the middle of my head. Lucky? you be the judge. I survived what killed my best friend... "Subdural Hematoma" the only difference; my skull was cracked open, his was not. Giving my brain room to swell and not be crushed. All the gory details left out, I was in horrible condition coming in and improved... John, unfortunately went the other way, his condition; vegetable at best, declined. He died on my birthday... perhaps a fitting end to the saga. This was however not the end of the saga for me. I had to recover, good bad or indifferent; I did not see, just simply I needed to get back on my feet and walk (I was parallelized on the right side). Living in a wheelchair spinning circles was NOT an option. On the better sounding end, I was ok, employed and doing ok 35 years later.
1965, the year of the car, 13 years old day of the crash, August 13th by birthday, 13 days from the day of the crash (John was pronounced dead) and the date of the crash, July 31 is 13 inverted... just numbers... right?