The original incident was that he was locked into his father’s car on a hot summer day. He had insisted, vehemently, that he wanted to play with the car. He was three years old. And of course he loved cars.
After about half an hour of doing noises like cars make, he got bored… but the car doors were locked.
He banged on the doors, on the windows, yelled, and only a neighbor woman saw him.
By the time the women of his household came down to rescue him, he passed out. Continue reading “The rescue me racket… drama drama drama”