Seeing Eyes
I reached into my purse for my phone to show grandson, Sam, a message. Then it hit me. That thing I saw fly off the front of my car on the highway was my phone that I laid there in my garage twenty minutes earlier. It wasn’t a piece of paper—it was my phone; my brains! “Oh no! My phone!” “What’s the matter, Grandma? Did you leave your phone in the car?” “No. It’s on the fly-over…