The Case of the Dolt on the Bumper

Driving home to 1572 W. Seventh Street with his wife, Frank R. Cross heard a weird rattle in the car.

“Honey,” said Frank, “You take the wheel, and I’m going to just hop up on the bumper and see if I can figure out what’s going on.”

“But Frank, I can’t! You know I haven’t driven a car in eight years!”

Frank insisted, and so they stopped, swapped, and hubby hopped up on the bumper… and promptly disappeared. Mrs. Cross heard a bump, but not a rattle, and drove on for a spell. Then she wondered if the bump might have been Frank, so she stopped–fortunately, since the bump named Frank was being dragged beneath her wheels.

Mr. Cross is in Seaside Hospital tonight with multiple injuries, his condition listed as satisfactory.