January 12, 1947
Driving home to 1572 W. Seventh Street with his wife, Frank R. Cross heard a weird rattle in the car.
"Honey," said Frank, "You take the wheel, and I'm going to just hop up on the bumper and see if I can figure out what's going on."
"But Frank, I can't! You know I haven't driven a car in eight years!"
Frank insisted, and so they stopped, swapped, and hubby hopped up on the bumper... and promptly disappeared. Mrs. Cross heard a bump, but not a rattle, and drove on for a spell. Then she wondered if the bump might have been Frank, so she stopped--fortunately, since the bump named Frank was being dragged beneath her wheels.
Mr. Cross is in Seaside Hospital tonight with multiple injuries, his condition listed as satisfactory.