Sometimes we are witness to events that change the lives of those involved. [View All]

[Ptah]

Tuesday morning, at about 12:30 I woke to the sounds of an automobile crash.

My back fence abuts a residential street, about two hundred feet from an intersection
with a four lane Avenue.

Directly across the street there was a Jeep Wrangler, with three college age men trying to
move this obviously destroyed vehicle. “C’mon, if we three push, we can do it!”

The radiator was spewing, the oil pan was voiding, the driveshaft was bent, and one
of the rear wheels was at a wrong angle.
No way that Jeep was moving without a tow truck.

They tossed some empty beer cans in to the parking lot.

I went inside to get a cigarette, because :popcorn: would take too long.

When I returned there were five police cars and one citizen. I’m guessing he was
the most sober of the crew.

They had taken the turn from the avenue to the side street to fast and
left tire marks on a telephone junction box, bounced to the left,
left tire marks on a metal utility pole, straddled a boulder, missed
an ocotillo, demolished a water feed to a business across the street.

I’ll try to remember to take pictures in the morning.


Anyway, I wonder about how that event changed the lives of those three youngsters.