"Highway 666" represents more to me than the sinister girn - gun waving anthem created by Mr. Manson.

It is symbolic of the unyielding daily occurances of deaths caused by the modern-day death machine more widely known as the automobile.

The automobile that we humans abuse as our number ONE form of transportation - is NOT our friend! As much as I enjoy zipping around corners, windows down, with "Got the Life" blaring (how ironic) - I am constantly faced with a gruesome reality.

"Beep Beep". The safety belt reminder flashes a "Buckle Up for Safety" display on my dash. I grip the keychain bearing the name of my exboyfriend "Kurt" as I start the ignition.

Why didn't he buckle up that night? Why did his brother "The Proffesional Drunk Driver" start that ignition that night? Why did he kill his brother? Why did he kill the love of my life?

These questions and more are left unanswered as I steer through this bumpy, winding, hellish-road - known as life. Did he die for me that night?

I turn left at the fork in the road - am I heading in the right direction? I hope and pray that I am making all the right choices - AND I always buckle up.

......Beep Beep Beep

Summer '97:Kurt and I at Cedar Point..."WHOOOOP WHOOOOOP"

Try to remember the happy times.........
Spring'98 Paul and Jess's wedding: About the only time we ever got dressed up!
This page is in honor of Kurt Pearson who passed away on December 7, 1998. He was my boyfriend and bestfriend...and only 22. He was killed in a drunk driving accident.