Tuesday, July 13, 2010
There has just been another accident in front of our house. Someone banged into the back of a Cadillac.
There I was working on Page 232 of my book on Leonard Pennario when ...
It took the cops forever to show up. There are so many crashes on our street that I am surprised the cops even bother to show up anymore. It is taking them longer and longer. I think they figure that if they wait a little while there will be another accident and then they can kill two birds with one stone.
Alertly I took the above picture through the screen in the front bedroom.
Here is the injured Cadillac.
What makes our street exciting is people just go flying down it. Every time I turn right into our driveway I put on my turn signal and slow down well in advance. And even so whatever oik is behind me continues trailing me so closely that by the time I turn I am always stressed out, whispering to myself, "Don't hit me.Don't hit me."
Well, what do I expect.
It is life in the fast lane!