Can you “fix” stupid? No, but maybe put a dent in it. I’m about 98% of the time buckled up and a recent article in the local rag is pushing me to 100%.
Then just this morning this from the Bayou Renaissance Man blog. (bayourenaissanceman.blogspot.com)
High School days, three Craig, CO residents in a new Chevy convertible were seeing how fast they could travel from Steamboat Springs to Craig, a distance of 42 miles. Going around a left curve the driver drifted onto the shoulder and hit a mailbox, set in a concrete filled milk can, directly in line with the steering column, which snapped. The car went out of control and they were ejected. One was killed.
The one killed was a good friend whose family had moved to Craig a few years before. His younger sister and I were Junior High sweethearts. The funeral was an open casket and his parents had the morticians NOT do any cosmetics. If their goal was to make us reconsider our ways they succeeded, at least in my case.
Shit happens, and people die. Just don’t die stupid!