I called my aunt this morning to kinda check on her. She lives close to Foxboro stadium, south of Boston, lives alone and is 85 years old. She's also at ground zero for the current blizzard. She's fine.
Anyway, we get past the blizzard stuff and she tells me about an accident that happened two days ago to a friend of her son. Seems the friend was working on his snowblower, apparently tuning it up for the big flake event now taking place...he gets the engine going and for whatever reason manages to engage the augers. The major problem at this point, is that somehow he had his right hand near the augers, and got his index finger RIPPED OFF, and crushed the middle finger!! The guy rushes to the hospital (can you fathom the pain and blood?), and enroute he calls my cousin Tom, and (get this), asks Tom to go back to the scene and bring his finger to the emergency room! As Tom related the story, he knew the finger wasn't gonna be saved, about a foot longer stringy thing was hanging out of the finger. He took the finger, but it couldn't be saved.
Check your chili!
