The way cars tear around our corner here on Eastwood and Leeland, I knew it was a matter of time before there was some kind of crash that sent a car flying onto the lawn.
We heard a crash this morning and popped our heads out the door to check it out. Apparently, so did everyone else. When this happens in my neighborhood, it’s high entertainment. (I’m guilty of walking a couple of blocks to gawk at an accident, myself.)
After the looky-loos showed, the tow-truck was next, then an ambulance.
Finally enough cops showed that you would have thought it was a triple-homicide. Sadly, it was not. That would have been something to gawk at.