The KYW news radio theme played from her kitchen counter top radio while she put on her red plaid jacket, burgundy scarf with matching ear muffs.
At 6:00 a.m. she donned her knitted gray cap and headed outdoors to take her poodle Gladys for her daily walk along side the
River. The gray haired
retiree had no idea that she would soon feel another chill, one that she would
never forget. As she walked along the
frozen dirt path Gladys began to bark.
Mrs. Ferguson looked in the same direction as the little black dog. Dawn was breaking. It was difficult to see. She squinted as she peered towards the
water. Gladys tugged on her lease
causing her master to leave the path and tread closer to the river.
Mrs. Ferguson caught a glimpse of something floating in the murky water. An old rotten log she though. The elderly woman’s curiosity had gotten the better of her. She inched closer to get a better look. Seconds later Mrs. Ferguson screamed so loud she could have woke up the dead……….well almost.