One day Miss Holsen asked me to move her car.  Remember she was TALL.  When I went to sit in her car the bench seat was moved back and bolted to a position beyond the original settings.  I had to peek thru the steering wheel to see.  It was like a cartoon.  Good thing I only had to move it a few feet - if I had to move it a great distance it would have been a noghtmare.  :+)

David:

I, too, have fond memories of Miss Holsen. I remember once a pigeon flew into the room. She went after it with a broom. It wasn't pretty. But she never asked me to move her car for her. What kind of grade advantage did you get for that, anyway?

Ray Veary