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This is not true

The following is not true. What is true is this is the story I told my
brother on speakerphone with my dad in that car.

Let me back up.

I got a call from my dad this morning saying he has an emergency and
needs a ride.

He has become disoriented and isn't sure where he is other than a
neighboring town. I ask him to walk to a street sign or read a
mailbox for the address. He does this.

I jump in my car like Starsky and Hutch and zoom to his location.

At this point I call my brother to alert him that the time has come to
put dad in a home. It is for his own safety. And ours. Rob agrees
it is well past time for the the home or as we call it, "plan B".

They truth isn't nearly as exciting. I will close that I did pick him
up and he was wearing his gps recorder so he can know how far he walks
and at what speed. If only it had a track feature....

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