Today I was driving back from Cleveland when I saw something I’ve never seen before: a car on the side of the highway, burning fiercely.
Fortunately, everyone appeared to be out of the car. Still, it was an unnerving sight. The car was engulfed in huge orange flames, and the interior was an inferno. Thick, greasy black smoke billowed up from the remnants of the vehicle and was visible for miles around. We passed by after the initial police car had arrived, but before the fire trucks had reached the scene.
I was amazed that cars were blithely driving past, some moving over only one lane before shooting past. Me, I got over as far as I could and kept my fingers crossed that whatever was left in the gas tank didn’t explode as I went by.
You don’t really think about it, but apparently your car can quickly turn into a tinder box, and the dashboard and the seats, the carpeting and the side panels, will burn like crazy if given the chance. Just another thing to worry about during your morning commute.
McCartney has packed a lot of achievement into his 70 years. His output is astonishing. Most musicians would be happy to write one song like Yesterday (which is generally regarded as the most “covered” song in history, having been recorded more than 3,000 times) but McCartney wrote dozens of classics, from I Saw Her Standing There, Hey Jude, and Let It Be with the Beatles, to Maybe I’m Amazed and Too Many People in his solo career, to Band on the Run and My Love with Wings — and this list barely begins to scratch the surface.
