Last night we were playing with the boys when we heard a knock at the door. It was an older man who had hit a deer and needed to use our phone (btw - someone had hit a deer in front of our house the morning before as well, Mike heard the thump and then a cop came). He said is name was Wittigan and my ears perked up. Long story short, he worked at the Vriesland Co-op for several years, and of course knows my dad, grandpa, uncles... And, he's Johnny Wittigan's brother, who, among many other connections, is grandpa to the guy Mike works with at Schreur's.
After we chatted for a minute we told him to have his wife come in since we didn't know how long it would be before the cop and wrecker came. She was pretty upset about it. And, apparently something had recently happened that she had a couple minor injuries from - we had trouble understanding the story, but basically I think she had a fall, she has a busted lip and wrist. We didn't get to talk long as the cop came surprisingly fast.
I must say, there's just something about living in a community where you have roots.
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