Pocono Mountains & Dent Magic

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocono_Mountains I had the cruise engaged, (I don’t normally do that, nor do I think you’re supposed to during rainfall) but the pitter and the patter of rain splashing on the car, the Stephanie sleeping and music playing low, a mostly instrumental background, just a hint of sound and the overwhelming sleepy green of the thousands of trees…I nodded off.

Thwack! My foot instinctively tapped the brake. My eyes immediately opened wide.  A rubber mile marker had slapped the hood of my, then, new car.

I turned the wheel away from the cliff. I pulled onto the shoulder, and got out of the car and cursed inwardly.  Not angry about the dent – but angry about my stupidity.  I took in some fresh air and woke Steph to see if she’d like to get out and stretch some? She sleepily and calmly nodded off again.  I drove to the nearest rest stop.  The park-like area was conducive to sleeping and I tried to snooze, but was unable…the sun had come out.

I woke Stephanie and gave her the zip-lock bag with her  toothbrush and paste.  We  strolled up to the rest-room area.  I told Steph to wash or at least splash some water on her face and brush her teeth.

The damage to the car had been done. I got an estimate when we returned to Minnesota from New York. I decided I could live with the dent because I couldn’t see it unless I was outside and the sun or clouds were just right to highlight the defect.

Six years later – a different, smaller city and the dent still there.  “They do superb work” said my good and fastidious friend, Don, about a Nixa business called: Dent Magic, http://www.dentmagictools.com/

Somebody put a “Ding” in his new truck with their door. He wanted it fixed right and so he took it to Dent Magic. They had it for a couple hours and Voila – where did that dent go? No patch and no paint. Fred (owner) or one of his employees massaged it away.

I was impressed. I took my car there for an estimate on that larger thwacked dent in my hood. A reminder of our trip to New York on the Pennsylvania turnpike.

But Fred of Dent Magic said he may be able to take most of the dent out and for only $100. They did what they could in the three hours they had it. But, that large and more flat dent could not be fixed with their modern technology.

“Absolutely no charge. Heck, we couldn’t fix it so I’m not going to bill you for it. We were able to straighten the edge some, though.”

I am glad I took it in to them and recommend their services to anybody who has almost any type of dent. Heck, take your car or truck to them and let them decide whether or not they can fix the dip, dimple, or crater.

Their courtesy and professionalism are worth doing business with them.


Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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