#93192086 / gettyimages.com My neighbor Georgette walks a country mile twice, sometimes three times a day. At 80, she's an active senior, a busy body, a walking, talking, griping neighborhood watch. She knows and sees everything. Don't mess with her. Last week, she ambled up. "I been in the hospital," she reported. "I got in a car accident. Look." Her chest was swollen to twice its size, and was all black and blue and she'd been bleeding internally. Her airbag had only partially deployed. For the record, it was a 2002 Pontiac Sunfire. Yesterday, we saw her again. She'd just spent another day and night in the hospital, bleeding from her orifices. The insurance, she says, is looking into it. They offered her $2,500 for her car. I come from the land of cars, St. Catharines, Ontario, a place we used to joke where everyone made sure they bought cars assembled never on a Friday. Across from the GM plant, was a spot called the G...
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