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In response to Ruth's very sad story about the runaway wagon at
the Tucson parade causing a child's death, I witnessed only one runaway
wagon in my life, at a nearby Farm Day, a nice place where they showcase
old-breed farm animals, implements, and ways of doing things from long
ago. It is low key and not crowded. They have a metal buckboard wagon
pulled by 2 Belgians for rides. One year something spooked them and there
was no driver. There was a header, but he was quickly dispatched of in
their rush. They careened through the grounds and then across the country
road to the parking lot,where they could not go straight, so took a
sudden left, pulling the wagon over a few cars. That left the wagon
behind, but still hitched to each other, they ran back to the farm.
Somehow they were quieted. No one was hurt, except for some cars.
But I saw the fury and power of a runaway team.
It reminds me of a quote from one of Connecticut's oldest
residents visited by a reporter at her nursing home. She was asked how
she had lived so long and she said, "My Dad long ago told me to watch out
for mad dogs and runaway horses."
Valerie in snowy Connecticut
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