I wrote about the 46-year-old stranger who was in a car to work and gave the injured person cardiopulmonary resuscitation and treated him in the hospital and then in Madonna.

I’m happy to report that after three months of rehab for his spinal injury, Bothwell is home and walking.

He plays golf, takes outpatient therapy twice a week, and finds joy in his new normal and his friendship with Granquist.

They talk to each other every day, see each other three times a week.

He is always grateful and humbled by all the support from friends, family and strangers and Madonna’s therapist, Bothwell said.

“From the depths of tragedy, we forged an indestructible bond.”

Mangle memories: Last week’s column on Pat Coldiron’s quest for a new mangle to press the sheets at his bed and breakfast in Seward piqued the interest of readers who: 1. Wanted to say they remembered the males; 2: Wanted to repair his old males; 3: Wanted to share ads of mangles for sale; and 4: Wanted to share a mangle story.

My favorite is that of a woman who remembered her mutilated mother in the basement: “One day she was wearing her ‘house coat’. My brother had left his football helmet on top of the washer. She had to remove the helmet and put it on her head to fill the washer, at the same time the gas meter entered the back door and came down the stairs to read the meter. She hid behind the washer. The gas guy did his job and as he went upstairs he turned to her and said, ‘Hope your team wins! When I read your story today, instantly the memory passed. “