I had just finished an article about Heinrich von Kleist's story the "Marquise von O. . ." and needed the critical editions of Schopenhauer, Wilhelm von Humboldt, and Herder for the citations. Deadline for publication this coming Monday.
My choices? Drive to the University of Utah on a Friday afternoon and fight rush-hour traffic on the way home or drive across town to BYU.
Despite the fact that I get (psychological) hives when I step onto the campus where I taught for 11 years, largely a result of memories of academic freedom violations that drew a strong censure by the AAUP investigators Sam Rushforth and I and others invited to campus, I chose what seemed the easier option and headed down University Parkway toward BYU.
Big mistake!
Traffic slowed down near the BYU stadium and I slowed down too. Behind me I could see a car accelerating instead of slowing. I did the only thing I could: honked. It didn't help a bit. The other car crashed into me, knocking me into the car in front of me so hard that it hit the car in front of it.
It was a Mercury behind me. Its entire engine compartment was destroyed -- liquids leaking everywhere. My Subaru, built higher than the Mercury, took its damage underneath and throughout the frame.
Doors that won't open. Muffler mashed up against the frame. And when I finally drove away, trouble with the drive train.
Moral of this story: stay away from BYU.
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3 comments:
thanks for the tip bro...wish you would have called me before you made that fateful choice....I would have kindly bore my testimony about such a dark and scary dilemma......
on a kinder note.....sorry to hear the crashing news...maybe get yourself a new ride....maybe a new bike is in order...with a helmet and thick rubber bumpers.....
you're ok?
all the things one does for books....
yes, i'm physically okay. a little whiplash, a slight headache, both gone this morning. but that was a good old car that has taken me from alaska to california to kansas to arizona to arizona to montana and everywhere inbetween.
i don't want a new ride, Michael, but your testimony might have helped me make a better decision.
and i still don't have the books!
Ueber die Verschiedenheit des menschlichen Fahfvermoegens und ihr Einfluss auf Buecher und Menschen.
maybe
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