So, the day before Thanksgiving, I was riding my bike down Elsie from Holly Park when some-random-thing-that-I-don't-actually-remember happened and the next thing I know I'm on standing on the sidewalk in a daze with bloody fingers while two kindly folks strongly suggest I sit down awhile and a third person says, "I'll get your bike!"
It was very surreal, I couldn't remember my street (Virginia) and all the ones these nice folks named sounded like Martian words: Blimskadip Street? Fumzoopa Street? Eshbeshawappa Street? No no no. Very confusing... And there was this big blur in the middle of my vision...
Anyway, I was and am very grateful. These three folks stayed with me (at 7:30am or so) until the ambulance came and carted me away, which seemed like a very long time. So
a) seems like we have nice neighbors around here...
and
b) does anyone in this tribe know who those folks were or, just maybe, are they tribesters? I'm thinking maybe I should put up thank you notes on Cortland.

Cheers all.
Oh, all I suffered was a broken pinky...after all that...kinda embarassing. :)