Senseless
tragic events happen daily, everywhere, but we should try to not become blasé, IMO.
Here
was a fireman on his way to work. A doper crosses into his lane and hits his
motorcycle. The rider dies. The doper leaves the scene of the accident in his
badly damaged SUV and flees to the open farmland. A senior LEO on his way to
work learns of the incident on his radio, spots the SUV, and makes the arrest.
Until
last February when I moved across town, I traveled that street frequently. In
the place the accident occurred, the street is very wide even with curbside
parking. Dry, sunny morning with no weather factors to contribute to problems
and the SUV driver wasn’t headed into the sun. Conclusion? He was stoned.
In
general, I mind my own business. You are free to go to hell in whatever manner
you see fit. I do draw the line at assaults, child and/or spousal abuse, and
impaired drivers. On all, I will drop a dime, snitch, whatever you want to call
it. Cell phones make it easy.
The
SUV driver is from a tiny town near where Wyoming, Nebraska, and Colorado meet.
Residents of small towns are usually close knit and the impact of one of “theirs”
involved in such a stupid act will cause a lot of pain and even shame to them.
Not at the same level as the victim’s family and co-workers to be sure, but it
will be there.
The
young SUV driver? Such a wasted life. In this city and this county he will not
get a sweetheart deal.
For
those interested in more detail, the local rag covered the story.
R.I.P.
