Keep the gas tank filled – the baby’s on it’s way ~ June 27, 1985
David Heiller 1:12 a.m. Tuesday, June 18: The light is on over the bed. Cindy is sitting bent over slightly at the edge. Her face is tight. She’s looking at her watch. “Five minutes apart, 45 seconds long,” she says in a breathless way. “The contractions.” “Huh?” I mumble, feeling very cozy under the blankets of this cool dark morning. “Let’s go, Dave,” she says. “I think this is it.” Suddenly, very suddenly, I’m awake. 4:20 a.m. Tuesday, June 18: We’ve just dropped Noah off with a friend in Rutledge. So far, so good, with our Plan. Suitcase is packed, dog and cat fed. We even had time for a quick sauna before leaving. We are on our way to the hospital in Duluth. Cindy spies the gas gauge. Less than a quarter of a tank. “Do I have to take care of everything?” she asks. “This is the first time in two weeks I didn’t get gas,” I say in a weak voice. So much for that part of the Plan. “Why, just today, I pulled into the Deep Rock, but I didn’t have any checks with me. ...