Don’t know and yes

-1) Don’t know........
So here I am yesterday (Friday, August 10, 2007) calmly headed east on 5&20 toward Canandaigua, the dreaded Toy-store and the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA.
I am approaching Bloomfield and the notorious T-intersection of State Route 64 into 5&20, notorious because it’s only protected by a stop-sign.
I am placidly following a newish navy-blue Mercury Sable, the Mercury version of the Ford Taurus.
I am about 30 yards behind the Sable, not noticing that GramPaw is inching his rusty beige S-10 pickup from 64 into 5&20.
Suddenly he lunges into the intersection, requiring the Sable to slam on her brakes.
I attempt to view the tailgate of the offending S-10, but he’s too far away.
He sure drove like a Dubya-supporter, but I couldn’t see if he was.

-2) Yes.........
So here I am quietly ambling down the row of parked cars in the Weggers parking-lot.
“Can’t-cha park any closer?” the bluster-boy would bellow angrily.
I suppose I shoulda parked in the no-parking fire-lane. Dubya-supporters think they have a right.
(I always park in the same row; perish-the-thought. It’s a stroke-induced compensatory action. By doing so I don’t have to look for my car. —But it may require parking an extra 20 yards from the store-entrance; oh dear!)
I hear a jazzy trumpet-riff, followed by Big Band music from the ‘30s-‘40s.
Granny has all the windows open on her white Park Avenue and is loudly serenading all-and-sundry with Tommy Dorsey or something.
Granny is parked in the Handicap slot — no handicap-tag, of course — and has her taillights on; which means the Buick is running, and she is about to back out.
But it looks like I can walk by; the Buick isn’t moving.
But then suddenly the Buick backs into me.
“WHOA!” I say, and throw my left hand onto the trunklid.
(At least my saying something got Granny to stop backing up; otherwise she would have been wondering why I was looking at her through the rear-window from atop the trunk.
Looking down I noticed a Dubya-04 sticker on the bumper.
And it was for real, you guys — too bad I didn’t have my camera.
And the “Wow-Wow” droned on-and-on.

“The dreaded Toy-store” is LeBrun Toyota in Canandaigua, where we bought our van. My loudmouthed macho brother-in-Boston excoriated me for not buying an American pickup-truck. He firmly believes it ain’t real if it ain’t gettin’ 5 mpg or less.

“5&20” is the main east-west road through our area; State Route 5 and U.S. Route 20, both on the same road. 5&20 is just south of where we live.

“Weggers” is Wegmans, a large supermarket-chain based in Rochester we often buy groceries at.

“The bluster-boy” is my all-knowing blowhard brother Jack from Boston. He visited recently, and complained loudly I hadn’t parked close enough to the Wegmans store-entrance. He badmouths everything I do or say.

I had a stroke October 26, 1993.

“Dubya-04 sticker” is a Bush-Cheney 2004 bumper-sticker.

RE: “And it was for real, you guys......” refers to the fact my tub-thumping Conservative Dubya-supporter siblings doubt my mentioning that just about every insane traffic-move I see involves a Dubya-sticker; e.g. running red-lights, cutting people off, signaling right and then turning left, etc.