"Down your wine," said Mike. "Let's go to Pazzzo
Ristotante. I'm in the mood for Italian food and dark red wine."
"What a man. You think the thoughts I want to think.
Italian and dark red wine," said Dan. "Whoa, you may have to
drive. Three glasses of wine on an empty stomach and I have
a buzz that says designated driver."
"I'm not in any better shape. But, I'll drive."
They sat in Mike's car and he drove out of Highland
Square turning onto Market Street and driving west to
Pazzzo's.
"Yep, I'm glad I put your picture in my office," Mike
laughed. "I'm proud of me for having the courage."
The next thing Dan knew a medic was prying them from
their car. The car was up over the sidewalk and seemed to be
climbing a telephone pole.
"Two other cars involved," the medic said. "We're going
to need backup medical help here and send the ambulances.
We got big problems."
Dan turned and saw that Mike was unconscious. Blood
was running out of his mouth and from a large cut on his
head.
Dan opened his mouth to say something and everything
went black.
[Mike and Dan have had an automobile accident. How badly
are they hurt? Did too many glasses of wine play a role in this
accident? What will happen to Dan's photograph in Mike's
office? For the answer to these and other exciting questions
read the next chapter of Tales of Akron.]
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