Of course all the neighbors poured out of their houses to see what happened. A small crowd formed at the bottom of our hill as we watched the ambulances, firetrucks, and police cars arrive. They closed off the street, and pulled a body from the car. We weren't close enough to see much due to the branches and the angle, but that certainly looked like a fatal accident to us. Or at least one with a serious injury.
The reason I mention this is that while we were all standing on our front lawn watching the flashing lights and the various neighbors I thought to myself, "Man, I can't believe we don't have batteries in ANY camera. This is such good blog fodder."
WTF is wrong with me that this is a thought in my mind? I'm so annoyed with myself. Since when did I become the neighborhood reporter?
But the thing is, it IS good blog fodder. We saw everything, and even the real reporters in town (hi Gail) couldn't possibly have seen what we did, as the road was closed behind the accident. I really would have posted on the town paper's web site about the accident, as well as on my own blog. I'm not a journalist, and I don't even consider myself a citizen journalist, but when stuff like this happens, I feel my adrenaline pumping and I want to get all Jimmy Olson on you.
For which I apologize greatly to the family or families of the victims of this traffic accident. Really, I don't mean to be ghoulish at all. I'm going to try and curb this desire to be the next ob Woodward. I am. Really. Stumble It! JBlog Me