It was a beautiful Friday afternoon on February 29, 2008. Leap year. My husband and I were going to drive to Charleston, SC to spend our 22nd wedding anniversary. I had just dropped by the frame shop to pick up his anniversary present, a Clemson baseball print, signed by the baseball coaches of the past and present, nicely matted and framed. I had planned to swing by the carwash to get my car cleaned. Nothing unusual. I had been going here for a couple of years.
I pulled up to the carwash and as I was greeted by the attendant, I went to step out of my car to walk inside and watch my car go through the wash like I had done so many times before in the past. This time, the attendant stop