Bird
Rest in Peace
There was a time, way back in the dark ages, when I wore both a class ring and a wedding band. But on December 29, 1965, I was the passenger in a police sedan when we hit a tree head on hard enough that the impact broke my seat belt so I still stuck my head into the windshield (thank goodness that uniform cap saved my face and eyes), my feet were jammed into the floor hard enough that both feet were black and blue even on the tops of my feet, I had a broad nearly black strip across my lower abdomen where the belt had been, and both hands hit the dash. Someone at the hospital took my rings off (for which I'm grateful). It was over a month before the swelling went down in my hands and fingers enough that I could get those rings back on, but I haven't worn them since, and have no intention of ever wearing a ring again.