There are those mornings that, despite hopes for a quiet day, those hopes fly away with a great crash. Not everyone starts the day with a wreck on their front lawn. Totaled, said my expert. The one he hit that pulled out in front of him, is almost totaled. Or maybe it is.
I had to shower.
While I got clean, the neighbors chatted. G took pictures, and I missed all the fun.
No one was hurt, but the poor guy that hit the girl in red walked down the hill all alone. I hated to see that. The tow truck took both wrecks away.
G and I went over to Perry’s Breakfast Café to munch and talk with old friends. Nothing could be better.