On the way to shoot tonight, Bobbie, Jim and I were talking about the son of one of the men who works at the library who is terribly accident prone.

It reminded me of my brother in law, Ronnie Johnston, who was definately accident prone. He once was in a motorcycle accident. His leg was almost severed, connected by only a few muscles and tendens. Somehow or other, they did manage to reattach the leg and it worked more or less just fine, though it was not perfect.

A few years later, the family was out on the desert. They were shooting their 357 magnum pistols and he decided to play quick draw. Being double jointed, he proceeded to shoot himself in the leg. The bullet traveled down his leg and came out in the area of the ankle. They had to transport him miles to the hospital but again managed to save the leg.

Then one Christmas vacation, we were out on the Yuma dunes. Ronnie took a jeep out duning and flipped it. This was before seat belts and roll bars and Ron ended up with broken ribs, collar bone and whatever. It took several hours before we were able to get help which came in the form of a helicopter which transported him to the Yuma hospital.

Again he survived.

Ron was a unique individual. He died of a heart attack a few years ago. Much too young. But he lived hard, drank hard, worked hard and played hard. Rest his soul. He is a beautiful memory. He was always good to me.


Love

Mary