On Monday, Sept. 14, 2009, I arrived in Lancaster for an overnight visit, after a nine-hour solo drive from South Georgia. A dashboard light came on while I was en route, so I headed for an automotive agency to have it checked out. At the traffic light on Main and Meeting streets, my car stopped dead.
Thank God for modern day Samaritans. There were offers of help from several gentlemen. Indeed, one man contacted the folks who sent a tow truck. Others pushed my vehicle out of traffic and stayed by me until the tow truck arrived.