The hospital
“He’s in the hospital?” I asked frantically.
“No,” my cousin said reassuringly. “He’s at the hospital. He reached Alabaster, Ala., and couldn’t go any farther…said his car was sliding even at a complete stop, so he pulled into the hospital parking lot. He knew they’d have power, heat and a cafeteria.” So my cousin who prefers a Ritz-Carlton and a golf course, was spending the night at a…
