Read this. In the late ’50s-early ’60s we got a freezing rain long after winter had started on County Road 577 in Faithorn Township. The road was especially bad from the railroad tracks north past the cemetery and the fishing site to the county line; it looked like a mirror.

I called the Menominee road office and said send a salt and sand truck. The reply was, “OK, we have some sand but what is road salt?” After pushing them, they said they would send a sand truck.

Well, I was outside when I heard the truck coming a mile away. It was a single-axle International with no muffler to sand all of Faithorn — good deal!

The truck roared around the curve at a pretty good clip, making a run for the cemetery hill. After clearing this hill and going past the Faithorn fishing site, it started down the next hill. The problem here was a left hand turn at the bottom (who put that there)?

Well we can’t have that so we will just go straight and so the truck did, way way way off the road through the deep snow in the woods. Not hearing the truck and being on the fire and rescue squad, I went to see if the driver was OK and he was.

The road crew had to put tire chains all the way around on the big road grader, then come up to Faithorn to pull the sand truck back onto 577 and that was an all-day job. Then they went home without sanding the road — nice.

Well, that was the good old days.