Bob thought it would be funny if we went to a bookstore this evening and said we wanted to buy Middlemarch. Should I be juvenile and admit that I already read all the spoilers online? (For historical purposes I’ll mention it’s Harry Potter VII day and also that as I write this it is before the official release time and Wikipedia has the whole summary up. What a world.)
We just talked to our neighbor and more info on the big crash. It wasn’t a motorcycle, it was an SUV and the driver ran away from the scene. Our neighbor heard it and went down there and when he saw the carnage he rang the doorbell of the house. After a long while a lady opened the door and said, “Are you the driver?”
He’s standing there in his jammies with bedhead and he says, “No, I’m not the driver.”
He looked in the car to find the driver but didn’t see anyone. Then he started looking around in the bushes. The first cop arrived and said, “Are you the driver?” and he said, “No, I’m not the driver. I’m looking for the driver.”
They looked around and then the firetruck came and they have some sort of thermal search device (How James Bond, I had no idea your everyday down the street emergency crew had stuff like that.) and finally, the lady from across the street came out and said, “By the way, after the accident, the driver ran that way.”
Our neighbor hadn’t heard anything else but since the other neighbor heard he was taken away in handcuffs, my guess is that they tracked him down. Unrelated but on the same day, on the other side of town, there was a big standoff with a gunman and SWAT teams, etc. Not a regular occurrence around here and the local news is gummed up with that and nothing about Mr. Speedie who missed the turn and crashed through landscaping and rolled over a poor innocent parked car.
