Long time ago love of numbers saves the day
Some people are blessed with unique talents. Some people can sing, some people can dance, some people can do calculus without a second thought. But for me, I was blessed with some unique talents that I never thought would do me a lot of good.
I guess I was a bit of a funny kid. By funny I mean awkward, smart and what many kids would classify as a nerd. I wasn't interested in TV shows, or naps, or normal little kid things. I loved three things: stairs, numbers and letters. I remember when I was maybe 4 or 5, my dad would walk our dogs around the block, and I'd have to run up every step in every yard to be a satisfied little fellow.
My parents also got me into computer games as a real young child (ages 2-3) and they even got me a game that taught me to tell time at age 3. I got into preschool, and I was the only kid who could tell time, and precisely.
Even letters had me intrigued before I could even read. My mom used to tell me she would park outside of the Thrifty White in Bemidji and I would admire the letters for minutes at a time.
Unfortunately for me, my childhood interests didn't really stick with me. Nowadays, I'll do anything to avoid a stair, and I absolutely hate math. But my childhood love of numbers did help to get me out of a jam.
Among the numbers I loved as a child were those on the highway signs. I basically learned all the highways in Becker County, and which lead to which, which is what happened to get me and a friend out of a minor pickle the other day.
A couple buddies and I were hanging out a few nights ago, and when the night ended we had to drive one of them home. The kid lived out in the Hamden Slough area, between Detroit Lakes and Hawley, and it was about 2:30 in the morning.
We got the kid home just fine, but my friend's gas gauge doesn't work -- and out of nowhere the gas light flipped on, just as we were dropping him off.
We thought we knew exactly where we were, but after driving for 15 minutes, we realized we were lost and almost out of gas.
It doesn't sound like too big a deal, but running out of gas at 3 a.m., and not even knowing where to give directions to didn't sound like a whole lot of fun, so we were starting to panic.
It was not too much longer when we passed Becker County Road 12, a dirt road that sounded familiar to me. It had been years since I had been out there, but I thought I remembered the road coming out somewhere near Callaway.
We ended up making it into town just as the car ran out of gas, which was close enough for us to walk and get some gas from Holiday.
It struck me as ironic though, how something I remembered from so long ago could get me out of a jam.
Jonah Bowe is a senior at Detroit Lakes High School.