Well...I look at other people's blogs and wonder if mine can be any more boring.
I think the answer is...no.
Too much has happened since the last entry. Katrina & Rita; do those names mean anything? For those of us that rode out those terrible winds of summer 2005 here in south Louisiana, and then had to survive the aftermath of the last several months, it will be years before most of us can sleep more easily at night when the winds begin to rise and howl in the dark during the summer. Maybe as time passes and the nightmares fade, we might be able to recoup,rebuild and come close to where we were before August 29,2005.
Last Saturday night, I donned my little red suit and played St. Nick for a fundraiser. Had a few beers ( I wasn't driving....), and rode home with Hanley. Right before we made the final turn to the house, we saw something scoot across the highway between us and the car we were following. It turned out to be a plastic bag, but it made us look to the right. There was a car; very freshly wrecked and lying crushed on its roof. Hanley slammed on his brakes; I immediately lept for the Trailblazer, jumped the ditch, and ran to the wrecked car to see if I could help. As I ran, I heard someone else running alongside me; I glanced over to see a stranger running alongside me while dialing 911 on his cellphone, but also eyeing me with a funny look. The two of us reached the vehicle; I leaned down but couldn't see anyone in the car at first but since I couldn't see the passenger side. So, I ran to the other side. At that point, I noticed another man standing io the driveway of the house where the car had landed upside down. He too was eyeing me with an odd look. And thats when it dawned on me; how many times do you wreck a car and Santa comes to help?
In short order, after he recovered from the shock of First Responder Claus in his driveway, the homeowner pointed to a younger guy who was staggering nearby and said that he was the driver of the car, and as bad as it looked, the driver had actually walked away from the wreck without a scratch.
As things looked under control, we hopped in the Trailblazer and headed home.