Local crash

I was going to prepare a local-only lunch yesterday (right at the deadline), of omelette and vegetables. Instead we had a local car crash which took my attention.

A furious thunderstorm suddenly blew in yesterday afternoon, right after Gillen had gone bike riding in the neighborhood with a neighbor. Immediately, Nicolas drove out into the deluge to go rescue them. About five minutes later, a drenched Gillen had returned. After fifteen more minutes, Nicolas still hadn't come back. Finally, I got a phone call. He had been in a wreck. He had left the house without his license and needed me to bring it to him.

Jesse and I drove in Nicolas' van to the wrong wreck (there were three that happened during that fifteen-minute storm). In the wake of that wreck, the two cars seemed to have been deposited into a giant trash compactor. Jesse got hysterical. I rolled down the window and confirmed with the cop, for Jesse, that neither of those cars were our dark green Toyota. Jesse and I are still talking about what we saw and are sending good thoughts to the victims and families of that crash.

This was good preparation for finally finding Nicolas. He was fine. The other guy was upset (it was his dying dad's car), but physically fine. Our sweet car was carried off by a tow truck. We had just paid off that car and just put a lot of money into maintenance. But Gillen was safe. Nicolas was safe. The farm was not damaged by the storm. What's a hunk of steel compared with that.