hushed gray: the Kevin chronicles

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Police cars and fire trucks, oh my
My morning started about an hour earlier than I'd planned when I was awakened by what sounded like a fleet of police cars and fire trucks with sirens and horns blaring. They quickly moved away, but since I can be a heavy sleeper and my apartment is set back from the road a fair piece I figured it must be something big for the noise to rouse me from my sleep. And since there was little chance of going back to sleep at that point, I decided to get up and find out what was going on.

It didn't take me long to figure out there'd been a bad wreck within a 15-minute walk of my place. (I would have ridden my bike, but when I hopped on it I noticed the back tire rubbing against part of the bike frame; I've since fixed that little problem I think.) Anyway, I decided to walk down there to see if I could get anything for the station.

The state troopers wouldn't talk on tape, but they confirmed one person was dead and four others hurt after a garbage truck and a tree-trimming truck crashed. The cabs of both trucks were messed up. I did feed some reports to the station, including a live hit at 8:30. It wasn't my best work, but it was passable. The morning reporter had actually shown up just before then, too, so I was using the Marti. (That's a transmitter with a microphone hooked up to it, much better sound quality than a cell phone.)

So anyway, that was my morning. Dramatic, huh?

On an unrelated note, if someone fainted while driving a car down the road, would that be considered a rolling blackout?

Hank stopped by for a visit on Monday. I had the door open because it was a really nice day in terms of temperature; it has since turned significantly cooler, though it's quite pleasant during the day. Anyway, Hank just walked right in and checked the place out.

I should probably explain that Hank is one of several cats that seem to have taken up residence in the neighborhood of late. I don't know if Hank's name is Hank; I don't even know if Hank is a male cat, but he's the biggest of the bunch. And the friendliest, too, just walks right up and flops down and lets people rub his belly. I guess he might have just stayed with me had I not had to escort him outside so I could finish getting ready for work. But it was nice of him to stop and visit.

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