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Spin | Dec 01 2002

We were on the Interstate, in eastern Ohio, near Pennsylvania, when Monique lost control of the van. I believe we spun around one and a half times. I was in the back when it happened, sleeping on the fold-out bed. As we spun Monique called out something to effect of, “Michael! Michael! I can’t control it! Oh my god!”

When we landed (for it felt like landing), the van came to a gentle standstill against the divider in the middle of the highway.

Actually we may have spun two and half times, I’m not sure, but however many times we spun, it had to be something and a half, because we ended up facing backwards.

The spinning was like that scene in The Wizard of Oz in which Dorothy is inside her room and her room is inside the tornado and the entire room is spinning, only it was a lot slower than that, or it felt a lot slower, and anyway it was different because this other person, Monique, was yelling the whole time.