I was driving to meet a client in Hancock County when I got in behind the pictured Ford, which was weaving down Duck Creek Road when it veered right and descended to the position shown. A very old man was inside. Once I determined that he was in no immediate danger, I tried to call 9-1-1, but the reception was Appalachian bad. I drove to Highway 31 and flagged down the first vehicle that approached. Turns out, I knew the old couple; Judge Bill McMurry (ret.), and his wife, Judy. They called 9-1-1 so I could return to the scene and monitor the situation until help arrived. At this point I should note that had I not known the old dude was down in hollow, no one would have been able to see him from the road. Serendipity, I guess. I had hollered at the the old man as he was attempted to free himself from the car by extending a walking stick upward and out the drivers' side window, to absolutely no avial. When the law arrived I said as much, to which a bystander declared, that's Stanley Greene. He can't hear a god damned thing. Afterward I checked on him. Not a scratch. I was equally concerned with any fuel or radiator leakage into the tributary. None detected.
That there's the back of Stanley's old white head and his left ear.
NPR did a piece called "This I Believe" a few years back. Listeners were invited to recite their core beliefs about anything...
