One week prior to the wedding, I went to my dress fitting and brought my veil, which actually belongs to my sister Jennifer.  I needed it for a hair appointment later that week.  I was driving down I-94 East with all of the windows down to ventilate the un-airconditioned car... You can see where this is going... the veil flew right out the window into the middle of traffic in a split second.  To my horror the veil was gone. With nothing to lose I exited the freeway, backtracked and then re-entered.  Luckily, I spotted my veil on the shoulder around where I-94 meets National Ave.  I crossed traffic, parked on the shoulder and got out of the car.  I had to walk about 10 feet while hugging the cement divider and managed to rescue the veil with a 3 foot piece of tire stuck to it. I quickly got back in the car, drove home, unraveled the veil from the tire, which only left one small hole, and called my sister to tell her the story.  She laughed, but said next time just buy a new veil.  Well, that's my story of the handed-down veil that went for a ride.  No tire tracks in sight!

Jamie