Saturday Philip, Zach, Jeremy and I drove up to High Point and went to a BDOR 4X4 swap. I used my GPS to plot a crazy way there and back. I think Zach suspected I was taking them to Albemarle by mistake, but we made it to High Point in one piece. Philip scored a tire carrier while I wandered the booths penniless and drooling. Zach was nice enough to take some pictures and video and let me share them.
Just weeks after Christine’s grandfather died of lung cancer. My grandfather has passed from the same illness.
Gordon Sr., William Oren “Bill”
ELLOREE, S.C. - William “Bill” Oren Gordon Sr., 68, of 133 Canebrake Court, died Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at his home following a brief illness. A memorial service will be held at a later date. Mr. Gordon was born on March 26, 1938 in Grand Fork, North Dakota, a son of the late Oren Stone Gordon and the late Edith V. Nordlin Gordon. Mr. Gordon was a veteran, a Sherriff’s deputy, and a retired truck driver. He had been an employee of Southeastern Security Company. He was preceded in death by a daughter, Dawn Marie Gordon. Survivors include his wife, Carol Osborne Gordon of the home; three sons, Randy Dean Little, Myron Danny Little and Harold Lance Little, all of Kannapolis; one daughter, Sandy Marie Gordon Haney of Elloree; 11 grandchildren; two great-grandchildren; brother, Oren S. Gordon Jr. of North Port, Fla.; sisters, Joan Rofinoit of Kannapolis and Carol Hastings of Phoenix, Ariz.; and a number of nieces and nephews. Fogle-Hungerpiller Funeral Directors, Elloree, S.C. is serving the family of Mr. Gordon.
Published in the Concord & Kannapolis Independent Tribune on 6/22/2006.
Grandpa Bill was the toughest man I ever knew. We love you grandpa.
I’m sorry I haven’t been updating this page lately. I think most of the friends and family that check this site know that we have had a lot going on around here.
Between moving the Phoenix data center to Charlotte (and Philip and I (and team) working until 9:00everynight) Christine’s grandfather dying, trying to spend time with Christine’s ailing grandmother, and now Grandpa Bill being diagnosed with lung cancer last week. We haven’t had time to do anything. Even Stewart (the cat) wonders who the heck we are when we finally come home.
Anyway back to the reason for the post
Last week on a drop of the hat visit to South Carolina to visit Grandpa Bill in the hospital Christine and I ran into an awful site.
It’s approaching 3AM on a dark country road when Christine and I drive up to a large spread of debris surrounding a massive flipped truck.. After a long night of driving, we’d been feeling sleepy until we approached the site. As soon as we processed what this was our adrenaline started pumping. We parked the Jeep and jumped out. One of us called 911 while I looked around for another car that could have possibly hit the truck and cause it to flip. None of us wanted to approach the truck and see what would probably be the body of some poor guy inside, but the thought of someone possible needing medical attention forced me to walk in front and peer inside the broken windshield.
I found no one in the cab or anywhere around the truck. We all surveyed the surrounding grass until the paramedics showed up.
The paramedics told us that the truck belonged to their supervisor and had been stolen earlier that day during a training exercise. Based on the amount of beer cans destroyed in the wreck it would seem that a combination of alcohol, speed, and the carelessness that comes from driving a stolen truck was the cause of the wreck. The constant stream of deer dashing in front of vehicles on these roads could also have played a part.
We never found out if they caught the guy. He apparently survived the impact and escaped on foot.
