I would really like to write about this woman, almost exclusively on the strength of what her daughter wrote in the paid obit. The decedent is a member of the Ute Mountain Ute tribe in SW Colorado.
"She was the owner of probably the most famous Indian car," said her daughter, Marjorie Borst.
"She hit horses, cows, skunk and deer. When her driver's license was taken away, she said, 'They clipped my wings.'"
I picture miles of unfortunate animal carcasses in her wake.
i wonder whether she targeted those unfortunate creatures, or whether her driving simply sucked.
i am reminded of my recent drive on interstates in western pennsylvania. the roads were covered with blood and fur, mostly from dead deer. yuck.
I was quite surprised to see my comment in this blog. I am the daughter of the lady who hit all those animals! My mother certainly was a wild driver.
I just found this comment and I would really like to tell you more stories about my mother. Like her maiden name was Box and she was always laughing...she said, "My name is Giggle Box." It has been two years since her death and I certainly miss her. Marjorie Borst
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