Dreams have always been a road where Leon would run down to escape from the realities of everyday life. Life didn't have as many intersections in the road as his dreams did. In life you either went up, or down the road. Turn left at the intersection and that was your "CHOICE" road. Turn right and that was the "WHAT IF" road.

It was well over twenty years ago when he turned LEFT at the intersection. Leon was just an everyday ordinary schlep. A SCHLEP is someone who goes through life asking no questions and getting no answers. The question he asked was "Will you marry me?" Getting no answer from his sweet Arnella stopped him dead in the middle of his dream road. Now there was always practical Louisa, that he knew wouldn't say no.

Well he turned LEFT at that intersection. That was when he made the choice of making a good life with Louisa. Well as his life went, there wasn't any good. Not only was Louisa lazy as the old barn cat, but when the sun went down, Louisa headed down the road to the Lazy Cat Lounge. Never questioning her, he of course never received any answers. That was fine with him, he would take his sorry self to the old brass bed that was high in the attic of the house.

Louisa moved him there soon after they were married. He never really cared, as it gave him a lot of time to slip into his dreams of a better life. In his dreams he was always strong and viril. He was equipped to handle anything. It was just after such a dream he decided to handle Louisa.

Hiding himself deep into the wild bushes just a few feet from the old wooden bridge that connected his road with the county road, he waited with patience. The creek below the bridge was almost over flowing its banks. This seemed like the best spot to HANDLE THINGS.

His only equipment or "WEAPON" was a High Powered Spotlight, he always carried in his old truck. He knew her old junk by its sound. She had been needing a new muffler for quite some time now. You could hear her coming a mile away. He didn't have to wait very long. He could hear the car coming with the sound of its old muffler magnified by the cold night air. He came out of the bushes with the Spotlight already hitting her windshield

The car started weaving from side to side. Too blinded by the SPOTLIGHT to see the approach to the bridge, the car broke through and plunged into the cold swollen creek. Its wheels, still spinning in the night air, made a lonely whirling sound. Under the water, the Headlights were beginning to flicker and fade.

The local sheriff woke him from a dream of peaceful bliss with his old love Arnella. He came, hat in hands to report the tragic news of Leon's loss.

After a respectful eight months, he decided to take the RIGHT turn at the intersection. "Better Late Than Never" he told himself. Doing a bit of detective work he learned that Arnella was a grieving widow.

It didn't take long to persuade Arnella that they were meant for each other. Loving one minute, screaming curses and throwing things the next, that was his sweet Arnella. After three years of wedded bliss, it was time for Leon to, again, "HANDLE THINGS".

Since she worked late into the night, it would take very little planning. No creeks around, but there was plenty of concrete abutments. "Hiding behind one of these big babies should be easy enough," he told himself.

Her bright yellow bug would be hard to miss. He would be able to see her coming from miles off. "Sure enough, here she comes" he sang to himself.