Pobrecito Papa

Ahh, my poor dad. He was in an accident - got hit by a rogue motorcycle. He is fine, well, almost fine - cracked rib. Which is better than an broken leg or cracked collarbone which were some of the other injuries from this hit and run accident. He and my mom are down in Mexico for a few weeks. Thankfully, they have lots of good friends down there who could help them out.

In true Parker style, he is surviving with a smile and seeing the humor in it all...here are some of the "play by play" emails I have received on the incident...

The whole incident was caused by a biker woman who was flashing the crowd. Dad called her the Dolly Parton of Mexico. Well...she was attracting quite a crowd and delaying the parade. The guy behind her was quite upset- kept revving up his bike. That's all Dad remembers until opening his eyes on the pavement.

So many people rushed to assist him, both Mexican and American. Two American ladies helped him up. A shop owner brought out a chair. A fish vendor brought a bucket of ice. The Red Cross and an ambulance came. They wanted to take him to the hospital but he refused.

The man said Dad was thrown about 6 feet in the air. The man caught him using both arms and fell backwards. That explains why he wasn't hurt more by the force - just some scraps. He has quite a bruise on his side today.

I had a bad night - mucho pain. Called Miguel in Guadalajara at 11AM for his doctor. Went with Soda, Bruce & Debbie for a quick shrimp cocktail and cerveza at Mary's. I was back at the pool by 2:30 on my "reserved" towel.
Just another day in paradise, Bob

Just days before the accident celebrating a first place victory in the costume contest...