From what I remember and what my wife told me, it was wind, gravity and a trash can.
I remember some really strong strong wind gust. I rounded the corner of the garage, and something hit me in the face. The next thing I remember is saying d*mmit real loud and being inside the can with my wife crying and trying to pull me out. I don't know what got my thumbs. I did retrieve my pistol on the way out but left my glasses.
Injury list... small, minor cut on forehead, one heck of a shiner, sprained neck, pinched nerves in neck, left shoulder sprain, left thumb bone shattered and repaired, left index finger and left middle finger sprain, right thumb bone simple fracture. Lot of soreness all over.
I feel bad for Mrs zeldman. She saw everything and thought it had done me in. I am pretty sure I never lost consciousness and I reported it thst way to the doctor.
I did tell the emergency room folks that it was a good thing I put on clean underwear that morning.
