Frank hit a deer today. He is alright....the deer, not so good. Either is the car. There seems to be a history of deer/car collisions in the family. ( My Father could write a short novel) Frank's first deer collision was with the blue station wagon while going to a Fourth of July celebration in Albert Lea, MN. I no longer believe in deer whistles. They definitely didn't work. The second collision was when Frank and my daughter were returning in the school car from a music event in Fort Dodge, IA and they hit a deer. The car was totaled. Both of those events were at nighttime. On this occasion it was broad daylight. Frank says he saw a deer in the ditch and when he looked back up there was one directly in front of him on the road. The front of the car, the grill is missing, the hood is pushed back and it looks like a few weeks of a disheveled car.
