A block from home, driving back from a pleasant dinner after a pleasant meeting of the Boston Dance Alliance, Miss Mina and I witnessed a hit and run. One of our neighbors, a nice, elderly Irish lady named Bella, was about 25 feet from our car when she was hit be someone going way too fast.
I can still clearly see the white hair catching the headlights and the shoe flying off her foot. I can still hear the awful, solid thump of the collision of person and car, and someone yelling her name. I never heard the squeal of brakes. The bastard didn't slow down when he saw her and didn't stop afterwards.
Mina called 911. I stopped cars to keep them from driving over her prone form. After we called the ambulance, I took Mina home and then drove around to look for the car. No luck. By the time I got back to the accident scene, they were loading her into an ambulance. She was talking and the EMTs think she'll make it. I gave my info to one of the police.
Life's too short. Be good to each other.
I can still clearly see the white hair catching the headlights and the shoe flying off her foot. I can still hear the awful, solid thump of the collision of person and car, and someone yelling her name. I never heard the squeal of brakes. The bastard didn't slow down when he saw her and didn't stop afterwards.
Mina called 911. I stopped cars to keep them from driving over her prone form. After we called the ambulance, I took Mina home and then drove around to look for the car. No luck. By the time I got back to the accident scene, they were loading her into an ambulance. She was talking and the EMTs think she'll make it. I gave my info to one of the police.
Life's too short. Be good to each other.
-=Scratch

As for the driver, it's hard to contemplate being good to him. I think the best I can manage is wishing him the ability to become a person. Maybe that would make him value people and their lives.
All in all, though, I'd much rather be good to you and people like you than to people like him.
I did give the police a description of the car as best I could.
People drive like maniacs and no one pays attention at all anymore, I'm so sick of it.
On a more pleasant subject, I saw Pinky over the weekend. She says you might be moving into my neighborhood. Any truth to the rumor?
There goes the neighborhood!
Oh wait, were you in her neck of the woods? How is she?
Yes as a matter of fact there's a distinct possibility of that happening, probably not for a couple of months or so though.
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Neither. We met in Vegas at the burlesque thing. She's good. The usual -- in a bikini and covered with oil. ;-)
Keep me posted about the move. We can show you all the cool places to eat and shop.
Re: There goes the neighborhood!